Two Thirty In The Morning BluesA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaT wo thirty in the morning W onder where you are tonight? O ut on the town and painting it red
T wo thirty in the morning H ave your children been fed? Tucked snuggly into their bed? I wonder do you think about them when you are wandering the streets? R ead these words and let them sink in T wo thirty in the morning and the bars are all closed Y ou need to sober up and find your way home
I once was foolish like you N o one could tell me what to do
T he alcohol I consumed H ad me in it's clutches E ntertaining strangers in divers places
M arijuana O ffered me an escape from reality as I R an away from my problems and my responsibilities N o one could tell me what to do I was out there doing my own thing and crying in my beer N ot giving a damn about anybody but myself, but I reached out for help G ot down on my knees and I prayed and went into rehab
B alled my eyes out when I realized how selfish my addiction had become L ied to myself and to everyone I loved, made a million excuses U nfortunately, we hurt the ones we love the most and we hurt ourselves E specially when there are children involved S o if it's two thirty in the morning, please take heed to this warning © 2009 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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Added on July 11, 2009AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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