Sober, you can feel the texture
Of a mood, and know the nuances
Of a happy day or sunny sky
Sober, you can flourish
In the stream of life, and
Languish in it's healing waters
Sober sets the stage for sensing
Love and holding
Someone's heart in your hands
Sober, you're like a cat with big
Whiskers, knowing by feel and instinct
The necessities for survival
Sober is not a somber undertaking. In sobriety
True joy and happiness lurk in every day,
In every hour, in every flower and every way
Sober opens the door to wonders-
Drunk keeps it closed
This is nature's intention
To which many minds are closed
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