Besides That

The other day

I recalled sitting in a bar

drinks on the way

seeing laughter afar


I would wait until the moment

a fellow drinker arrived

and we’d begin our lament

how our lives were denied


By the pangs of society

The truths we belied

We wanted our liberty

to arrive here we sighed


Years have passed

since I took that last drink

I realize just how vast

my denial danced on the brink


of quiet disaster

living a fantasy

no room for laughter

simply a travesty


today I will be grateful

that I’ve found my reality

my life has become full

gradually found my sanity


This is my journey and I speak of solace,

That real fortune helps me seek Grace

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