Ima Ryma


Aa - Poem by Ima Ryma

Bill and Bob, they started it all,
And step by step they scaled the slope,
Dropping the chains of alcohol
And picking up the tools of hope.
Along the way, the word was spread.
Others came to join the journey.
No longer given up for dead,
We learned to live life soberly.
So full of promise for the good,
That we should share with those who came
For help. And doing so, we could,
Like Bill and Bob, enjoy the same.

These steps have saved a lot of us -
Alcoholics Anonymous.

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  • Rookie - 26 Points Joseph Poewhit (2/14/2010 3:38:00 AM)

    Only hell at the bottom of the bottle. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010



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