Why people??? Why do you drink???

He was poor and covered with grime 
A passing young lady offered him a dime 
I watched as he traded it for a glass divine 
And I asked him, 
Why man? Why didn’t you dine? 
Why did you prefer the wine? 
  
He was young at seventeen 
Waiting just to be seen 
A passing friend offered to buy him a drink 
And in the bar, he was in a wink. 
And I asked him, 
Why boy? Why do you drink? 
Why do you wish your dreams to sink? 
  
She was thirty and single 
Caught her at the party, trying hard to mingle. 
The next I saw her was at the bar, 
Downing her gin with a lime so sour. 
And I asked her, 
Why woman?? Why do you drink? 
Why should you choose to look anything but pink? 
  
He could have anything money could buy 
A life for which others would willingly die 
Yet he sank on the couch with a drink and a sigh! 
And I asked him, 
Why mister?? Why do you drink? 
Why do you wish to take yourself to the edge of the brink? 
  
I caught her at the railway picking up rags 
The story of her life made her shoulders sag 
The weary feet, she was forced to drag 
And I asked her, 
Why lady? Why do you drink?? 
Why do you let yourself further sink???? 
  
She got out of her limousine decked up in fur. 
The paparazzi took pictures all in a blur 
But the moment it was time for her to lose the award 
She opened her purse and drank her reward. 
And I asked her, 
Why beauty? Why do you drink?? 
Despite being covered in mink?? 
  
I watched him come out of the church dressed in white 
To me, he was the clergy always in the right! 
As he slipped in to the dark on the day that was Sabbath 
He reached out for the bottle tucked in his habit 
And I asked myself 
Why did he of all people have to drink?