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Rebirth and Recovery....A Poem By My Husband
Rebirth and Recovery As I sit in the waiting room of my physician I contemplate my life’s position I think of many nights of wizardry and magic when all it was, was as a life so tragic I felt as life had just begun staying high was so much fun I was young-felt that time was on my side but time is a funny thing, you see it never stops, this I confide. It seems to me that 20 years passed overnight my youth stolen by a thief in the night. The thief I speak of is not man or animal, but an affliction, You see, it’s a disease called addiction. It rakes you in with promises of women, riches and fame, but when you’re all used up, all you’re left with is guilt, remorse and shame. So here I sit in the office of my physician, listening to him tell me my life’s condition and how I’m supposed to die of this affliction, as I choose to live once more. James David Rider 8-1-09 Thank you all for indulging me, this was written by husband, who doesn't write poetry, not until now, and I feel it's something that needs to be gotten out there so here is the first step.
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