This awakening has woken me Had days and days to think The route of all my evils Has been the devil’s drink It’s time for me to turn my back Be strong and to resist That deadly juice that ruined me This plea I do insist The ones I love have said all along You must escape this devil For it has hurt them, every one In new life I will revel.
I'm a 47 year old with two sons, Sam (22) and Jim (19). I love poetry, music and fashion and work for a local company as a Finance Manager.My brother and I are both on the road to sobriety, after some very ugly and interesting experiences..my recent post 'The Sad Old Drunk Without a Head' is pretty much based on how we recall our boozy experiences!My brother (Lee) and I are currently embarking on a journey - 'The Picture Poet Society', which aims to capture our thoughts and feelings in pictures and poetry..we then hope to co-write a book on our 'Road to Sobriety'..which we believe will be inspiring to others that wish for a life without drink..so watch this space.I hope you enjoy my work and am always pleased to hear feedback..good or bad..mistakes will be made along the way..it's the only way we can strive to improve.Thanks! Shaun
As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the