Just One Day

I sit in solitude, just smoking my pride wondering where it all went wrong. Inhaling another puff of loneliness, and it’s pull is very strong. Frantic I search looking for the cash each day that will let me buy a jug. Which is nothing but a momentary relief, and finds me awake on someone’s rug. Another sniff from one called a friend who gives this wicked, white snow. A cancer that permeates my so tired brain and brings nothing but bitter sorrow. One I call friend, who’s trying to help, is helping me to see the way. And maybe there’ll be a wonderful time when I’ll be sober … for a whole day.