The Drunkards Prayer Poem by Ruby Dodd

He walks the streets in silence and hangs his head in shame
Sometimes he wonders if his god can still recall his name
Time was he had a family, a warm and loving wife
Knew happiness and sunshine and led a normal life

Just when and how it started he never really knew
Just a friendly little habit that very quickly grew
It started in a barroom he stopped in after work
Where he would drink his dinner with a chaser for desert

Each night he'd stagger homeward and once he wrecked the car
Still each and every eveing he'd show up at that bar
The night that it got really bad he hit his lovely wife
The angry words he's spoken have drove her from his life

He woke up sick and sorry just at the crack of dawn
Knowing he'd hit bottom and all he loved was gone
So now he lives in shadow a broken guilty man
Just cryng out for someone to help him understand

And to his heavenly father he prays, sorry as can be
I beg you don't forsake me, send a angel to help me
Help me crawl out of this gutter, you're the only one who can
Let me know once more the feeling of living like a man.