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Oh Whimsical, Whimsical Ways…


I'm sitting here pondering,
About the sadness in the world today,
And wondering if things will improve,
Or will discontentment forever stay?

It's hard you know, dealing with things,
And we think we're badly off as well,
But always, always - there is worse,
For some people life on earth is hell.

And sometimes life isn't fair you know,
With all the twists and turns and bends,
For some they end up so alone in their plight,
And lose both family and friends.

It's the twilight world they live in,
They want to leave it, oh so desperately so,
But no matter what they do to fight it,
They just haven't the strength so they let it go.

Oh whimsical, whimsical ways and thoughts,
Of a happy, bright and prosperous life,
Wishing it so, wanting it so…
But instead all they have is strife.

It's ok for us - who are strong and true,
For we have it all, so it seems,
But for others in their whimsical world,
They don't even have their dreams…

They're in a fog so deep,
And can't see an end in sight,
All they see is blackness,
Like the darkness of the night.

So deeper, deeper into the foggy lands,
They plunge, down, down, down, deep…
For the only means to their end…!
Is the unconscious state of mind…sleep!

But not like sleep at all,
But more, a path onto their next plain,
A pitiful death, a saddened life…
What an awful, terrible shame.

No pride, no sense of achievement,
And no wish to fight this pain,
All they see is the bottom of a bottle,
And alcohol, again, and again, and again…

The seedy, dangerous world they live in,
People of all walks of life…
No matter their stature, it makes no difference,
For they all live in the alcoholic world of strife.

Debauchery, pain, torment and fear,
Paranoia is the name of the game,
Once an alcoholic – it seems…
Their life is full of shame.

But that's not so, no it isn't,
For there is always, always a way out,
But you have to really want it,
Stand up and be counted, and shout!

‘Yes, I am an alcoholic!'
‘But this is not the life I want at all!'
Then raise your eyes, up to the skies,
And God shall hear your call.

Don't look on them with contempt,
For this is an illness, not just an addiction,
Reach out to them, help them…
For this is a terrible affliction!

…Understand, yes…
But please don't turn away,
For yes, it really is true,
That could be you or I, one day!

There but for the grace of God go I…
Remember those words and heed…
Reach out and hold out your hands,
…And plant the awakening seed…

…The Seed…

Of Help, Of Understanding

Of Empathy…Of Hope

…But Most Of All – Of Love…

…Reach Out Your Hands…

…Open Your Heart…

But Please Don't Turn Away!

          


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