'Take My Hand' Poem by Ronald Dillon

Were have I gone.Were have I been.
Why am I surrounded by so much sin.

Stumbling forward and ready to die.
So much pain I begin to cry.

A voice speaks out built to defy.
He changes my mind with a simple reply.

'Take my hand and please come down.'
I smiled and grined at his beautiful frown.

'Daddy I love you and what have I done.
I'm sorry I have been such a bad son.'

Realizing now what I would loose.
I take a step back and put down the booze.

All the hurt and pain had fled.
Looking in his eyes I softly said.

'Daddy was playing and your a good boy.
Lets go inside and play with a toy.'

As he went inside to laugh and play.
I realized what I could loose upon that day.

Walking inside I was filled with life.
I hugged my son and kissed my wife.