My serenity's only twelve steps away,
from this toil in my life and the Hell that I stay.
Who would know how one could have such afflictions,
from drinking alcohol and chemical addictions.
I remember when my life was much more serene,
before I began the partying scene.
Now the parties are over and my real life has sank in,
I've lost most of my belongings and some of my friends.
Seems most of the cops know me by name,
reality is now the name of the game.
Drunk and a druggie I've been called it all,
back in the days when my ego was tall.
Now the worn out knees on my dirty blue jeans,
from crawling too long in the drunk and drug streams.
Show more than the pain on my face ever can,
as I wander lost upon this compulsory land.
Dear GOD if you can please set me free,
I'll give up what I have to for serenity.
I know your hearts open and you truly love me,
but, taking control of my life is the only way to be free.
(Written for AA
and those that are there or have been there
or might consider going there)
Stan
