Friends of Recovery - New Hampshire

P.O. Box 295 Concord NH 03302

It Is What It Is

I remember a time,when it was fun.
But now it takes from me and leaves me none.
Some days it hurts me, some days it won't.
But it always leaves me,where others don't.
Sometimes it numbs me, So I can't feel the pain.
Other times it holds me, till I cry like rain.
It robs from me, All that it can take.
It starts in the morning, as soon as I wake.
I tried to leave it. It wouldn't go away.
Stalking me closely, with all it may.
Why does it leave me, so shallow of a man?
When all I'm doing, is the best I can.
For years and years it has lead me astray,
destroying my life, In every way.

How it has haunted me, I'll never understand.
Killing me slowly, With all it can.
It came and told me, Right where I lie.
Come with me Frank, It's your turn to die.
I called to my Higher Power, he showed me the way.
I'll be forever grateful for my friends in AA.
It will always be there, For that I'm aware.
Forgetting how it hurt me, I will not dare.
It will never bring me, any more shame,
because now I know, Its deadly game.
I take back rightfully, That which is mine,
living my life, One day at a time!

Written by, Frank W.