This wonderful poem was written by our very clever long-time member @pearl. With her permission I am reprinting it here.
Sober Bus or Booze Bus.
Which bus is going your way?
The choice is yours each and everyday
Which bus ticket will you get?
A trip to hell you’d rather forget?
Or a trip to freedom and self respect?
The Booze Bus is a sad place to be
It promises fun but delivers misery
You are never in the drivers seat
And journeys end is a place called defeat
Shame and Guilt are along for the ride
While you feel like shit and the bottles you hide.
The Sober Bus is a magic place
On board you’ll find peace and grace
You are always in the drivers seat
But you can relax and put up your feet.
On the Sober Bus you’ll remember the ride
And complete the trip basking in sober pride
Passengers can sit back and observe
Or join in the chat once they find their nerve.
So what is the price of the tickets you ask..
The Booze Bus will make you pay and the currency is pain
Lost self esteem, lost memories and the bloody weight gain.
The Sober Bus is not only free
It has benefits it may take time to see
It will put credit in your bank
It’s a win/win ride and it’s Living Sober we can thank.
Love Pearl xxx