
87 days I had 87 days I threw it away And fell back into Hopeless helpless hell I called up my sponsor He sent over a guy To fill me up with coffee And take me to a meeting I cried: 87 days I had 87 days He said: Tomorrow, you’re gonna have one day Thank God for my sponsor Thank God I'm alive Tomorrow I'm gonna have one day by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Alcoholism, Poetry