There are far worse things to be then…old and foolish in sobriety!
Old and Sober
I’ve cleaned hell for you.
Misery I gave a makeover.
Affliction I made a lover.
Hades became my mother.
Deep in the swell I cannot forget hell’s bell.
The others do not look like me.
But they have seen the chains that have not let me be.
Everyday I think myself free.
I must remember my master holds the key.
Behind all the anonymous trees.
Knotted limbs pointing.
Knuckled ancient index fingers directing me back.
Faithful flasks distorting the facts.
Dear devil in the facts,
no one chooses a room without a view.
Sinful saints are not born of your brew.
This is nothing but a masterful path…
persons praying in their own liquidated aftermath.
Sobering fact…this daily reprieve the further the distance,
the more the need.
old and sober.