Follow The Twelve Steps Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Just saying 'no' to drink,
It is like a desert's brink.
The same old you still stands,
With tired, empty hands.

The steps, they show the truth,
That you were your own goof.
Not booze, the real mistake,
But choices you would make.

You see the lies you spun,
The stealing, battles won
By cheating, sly and deep,
While thinking you could sleep.

These truths are sharp and cold,
A story to be told.
The steps, they guide the way,
To face this every day.

Your life, an honest gaze,
You're wrong, in all its maze.
The ones you hurt so sore,
Now knocking at your door.

To make it right, to mend,
To be the best, my friend.
Your higher power's plan,
To be a better man.

Without this honest quest,
You're dry, and put to test.
If drunk, you felt despair
Just dry, more pain to bear.

So, do the work, you'll see,
It will truly set you free.