I can remember waiting for my turn to pass.
When eyeballing some new pretty young lass.
My sponsor did say it would get all better.
Like after I written my fourth step letter.
Honesty, open-minded and willingness; Words.
A going to any lengths; Something I heard.
But being there alone at the meeting today.
Was reading my literatures and it was OK.
An addict alone but I did not really agree.
Because it seemed like someone was with me.
Maybe specters the ghosts of meetings past.
Possibly I was where the shadows were cast.
How I can remember voices those not my own.
Demons would laugh and magic fears unknown.
And somehow even though none else came up.
I was able to drink my coffee from the cup.
So special to me and professional prepared.
My way of showing to me that I still cared.
I put it all away and I stepped on the gas.
Was my sponsor's voice this too shall pass.
