You could always find me in a poker tourney; Before I started ‘It’s all in the JOURNEY. So I’m using poker here as a metaphor; Cause I still love the game, just not as before.
******************************** Easy does it; keep it simple: I’d agree and show a dimple. “Just don’t pick up” this I get; While I think of one more hit. I‘ve learned my lesson – no more pain; While glancing at the old fast lane. I thought time was slipping, like glassed in sand; So I enter the casino for one last hand. It’s just for fun, I mouthed my lips; As the dealer gave me a stack of chips. Spotting – JUST ONE MORE – I sit at the table; Because addict & alky is still my label. Your lot in life is God playing poker; We’re all dealt a hand; some get a joker. I looked at my chips, then at the others; Staring at husbands & wives, brothers and mothers. A pusher is dealing; don’t they mean the same? Crack, smack or liquor; he’ll deal any game. With the pot full of temptation, I go all in with a bluff; Thinking, ‘This is just too easy, and I am just too tough.’ Then somebody calls, as my head rises in fear; I look up at myself, when I only drank beer. Another one calls, it’s me taking that first toke; Then another pushes all in; it’s when I first started coke. Someone sits down and says, “Hey boys, I’m back!” It’s me once again, when I first started crack. One more bets, I see it’s me starting meth; And I notice everyone here has a resemblance to death. All the faces of family, that I thought I had seen; Were really just me, before I became a dope fiend. The pusher deals the flop, and turns up the first 3; There’s nothing there close to what he’s dealt to me. Meth me’s lighter ain’t working, so he throws a fit; While coke me is laughing, and takes one more hit. Next comes the turn, card number four; Still nothing for me, as I eye the door. Me with a beer is leering, as me toking looks sound asleep; Sitting so close to my old me’s – I see – what you sow, you shall reap. Finally the last card is turned up, this one is what’s called the river; I’ve lost my bet with temptation, and inside my soul starts to quiver. Now all my old me’s are smiling, and staring directly at me; I stand up and shout.” Stay away! I’m not who I used to be!” The me’s of my past are laughing, “Come on, it’s going to be fun.” “You played with temptation and lost; it’s time to start a new run.” I look for a way to escape me, my eyes again towards the door; But you can’t run away from yourself; I know – I’ve tried it before. So I’d have to deal with my me’s – and me not wanting to leave; When suddenly I remember – I’ve got an ace up my sleeve!. With temptation piled high on the table, my recovery had started to cower; But then I stopped being afraid – when I remembered my Higher Power! Now here’s a little secret, when temptation pops out of the blue; And no matter what comes out of your mouth, inside you know that it’s true – Either you believe in a Higher Power, or it means that you’re here all alone; You can always call your friends, whenever they answer the phone. But when your present meets the past; when you run into the gang; And temptation starts to tickle, but before it hits with a BANG! To stop the itch a scratch won’t touch & save the future grief; I’m here to tell you a secret; you have to have a belief. That there is something Higher, a Power greater than you; God, the steps & the fellowship; this is now your crew! And with that knowledge I told me bye, I’d really had enough; I’d never try to bluff again; I wasn’t tough enough! peace |