One Day at a Time
 
 
 
Another day, another problem. Now let me stop and think.
Should I try to work it out, or just have another drink?
It seems life would be so easy, if I were to choose the latter.
But the problem would still remain, and I’d have a bursting bladder.
 
With just a little effort, I could work things through.
But if the problem were solved, then what would I do?
Who will feel sorry for me, if things are going fine?
I’ll get a lot more sympathy, if instead I hit the wine.
 
Everyone has problems, but mine are so much worse.
Maybe I should have drink, while waiting for the hearse.
When it comes I’d be high. I’d leave my problems far behind.
Just like I left my family, my job, my home, my mind.
 
If I were sober, my problems might not go away.
But maybe I should take a chance and not just drink today.
I might earn back some of the respect that used to be mine.
I know that I can do it; One Day at a Time.

"One Day at a Time"  by: Paul Alhart

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