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The Alcoholic

In his short life he has asked forgiveness
too many times from too many people
He has asked for a second chance from
a wife, an employer, his children, his 
parents and a God he has never found

He has been forgiven: once, twice, and
three times and then forgotten 
Now, he lies alone, dying in a cold
and uncaring hospital room with
doctors and nurses who cannot save him

He now asks his body for forgiveness
for the way he has abused it,
And he continues to speak, but his
body has no sympathy and 
shuts out his last feeble words...



Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 4/23/2009 11:39:00 AM
Wow. . . well done!! Enjoyed this, more for it not being too wordy and to the point -- says a lot about how the body is a temple. Well done.
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Date: 10/22/2008 1:28:00 PM
Dear Valerie...this one hurts my heart, knowing that this may be happening to one you love. Not only for the terrible price he's paid, but also for the sadness and suffering it has caused you. I'm glad you have an outlet with your beautiful poetry...if only to ease some of the painful times. Lean on your talent, you write so beautifully. Take care of yourself. God Bless you......your friend, Carrie
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Date: 10/22/2008 10:26:00 AM
This one hits reality. For my Dad it was beer, but he was just 88 on Sunday. Being a cancer survivor in the late 1920's, he either was drinking or working so the strees never bothered him. I guss that's his secret to longevity. For my son, depression, gambling and alcohol might put him in this picture someday and it scares me. I love him dearly. Great reality write. God Bless. Vince
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