Advice Poem by Timothy David

On a winding highway
In the freezing winter rain
There walks a man so divergent
Drowning in his shame

He spy's a bar along the byway
So he stops in for a drink
The place is dank and empty
And to quiet to think

So he walks up to a lonely man
Watching the rain fall on the sill
He asks him when things get better
Or if they ever will

The lonely man looks up
From the bottom of his scotch and coke
With a look of sadness on his face
He says is that some kind of joke

If you live with your life so full of shame
This is as good as it will get
So I'll give you some advice my friend
That I hope you won't forget

Remember when you feel the shame
From all your many wrongs
You got to try and make things right again
Instead of travelling on

You'll find your pain will follow you
Wherever you may go
You can try to run and try to hide
But you shame will always show

And if tall you stand just like a man
You can judge the wrong from right
And if you take what I have said
It'll help you sleep at night

So off he went back down the road
That he'd travelled once before
Hes seeing the world through different eyes
And its better than before

Now everytime he feels the shame
Of something he has done
He takes the time to work it out
And never turns and runs

And its all thanks to some good advice
That he decided to take
So now he lives a happy life
And he can fix all his mistakes





This poem © Timothy David Cook.