Ode to My drinking
Once in my life when I was small
I would sleep on the floor at the end of the hall.
It was cooler there and I could lie awake
Thinking all the things in life it would take.
To become what I wanted to be,
never happened, to a guy like me.
My drinking started at an early age,
And often I went into a rage.
Striking out here and striking out there,
One drink and I didnít care.
This went on for many years.
A lot of heartaches, a lot of tears.
A lot of confusion, a lot of hate,
Wondering if ever I would awake.
Fear of living fear of dying.
A lot of pain from not even trying.
Then came the day I couldnít stop
Drank all I had to the very last drop.
I shouted at heaven and I knew very well
That nobody cared, Iíd lived in hell.
And a voice said to me on that very day,
Pick up the phone, call AA.
Thatís why Iím here I hope I can stay
God sent me to you and told me to pray
You taught me how and now Iím sober,
My drinking dayís I pray are over.
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