Poetic plea from alcoholic friend
I asked my abf if I could post this and he was surprised that I would want to.
It was penned many years ago when he was down and nearly out. Hope it will someone know that they are not the only sufferers who seek answers.
Looking for an Answer
I never used to worry about today,
But now those todays seem so far away.
I wish I had now, what I had then,
But I keep repeating mistakes again and again.
I always thought I had the answer,
But rushing through life has been a disaster.
As time goes on by I am starting to ask
"Is it God really taking me to task?"
I know there's an answer, some people do care.
But to keep on hurting, is that really fair?
I try to do what is good and sound
But then all my castles tumble down.
I put on a brave face for the pain deep inside,
The mask rolls away, there is no place to hide.
I think I am at the crossroads of life.
Which way do I turn, is it to left or right?
I know there's an answer
Which one do I choose?
Where is it God?
Is it You or the booze?