I Came To A Meeting
| I came to a
meeting, all sad and alone, So sick and tired, of the
life I had known. Aching and dying, deep down inside, And
feeling the pain, from the things I must hide. They told
me they loved me, and were glad I was there, Who are
these people, and why should they care? But the more that
I listened, the more I could see, This room full of
alcoholics, were all just like me. I started to share,
trying hard not to cry, And I no longer felt, like I
wanted to die. I wanted to live, but hadn't a clue, Of
what to say, feel, or do. These people were sober, and
would show me the way, So I listened some more, to what
they had to say. They spoke of a God, and "just for
one day," So I thought, "What the hell,"
and I started to pray. They said "get a
sponsor," and "keep coming back". They
said that a program, was all I did lack. They said
"Work the steps, or your going to die". So I
got me a sponsor, and I started to try. I shared with my
sponsor, who I had become, The people I had hurt, the
things I had done, He told me he loved me, and then
shared with me, The things he had done, and who he used
to be. That's when I knew, and could finally see, That if
I worked the steps, that I too could be free. Free from
booze, and feeling that way, Free from obsession, just
for today. So I still try to listen, to what you have to
share, Tell you I Love you, let you know that I care. Let
you know I have found, a much better way, It's working a
program, we call it A.A. It's sharing my experience,
strength, and hope as I trudge, It's living a life, and
not holding a grudge. It's sharing with newcomers, as
they wander in, And as they start to listen, they'll know
they can win. If we all really listen, to what's being
said, The things that are shared, the book that is read.
If we listen and learn, we will surely see, How truly
delightful sobriety can be. Anonymous |