The Answer…

by on September 15, 2015

The Answer…

My abusive excess created this stress

It allowed me to stay in one constant mess.

That was my thinking, the cause of my drinking,

I just couldn’t explain the way that I act,

And my obvious, and terrible, complete lack of tact.

“I am an alcoholic!” Do you suppose?

I’d rather die, than be one of those.

But at the meetings there were people galore,

A doctor, a lawyer, a priest, and a nurse.

To make matters worse, there was my neighbor next door.

I reached out for help, and saw them all nod.

I wanted a miracle!

And this was so odd,

As I felt my hand in the strong hand of God.

A real freind.

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