Updated: May 2
Goodbye Old Friend
I met a new friend, when I was a boy,
He was not a person, not a pet, not a toy.
With a sly perverse smile, he said who he was,
When I shook his hand, oh my what a buzz.
My other friends knew him, yeah they knew him well,
I listened with envy to the stories they’d tell.
Tales of parties, and music, and good luck,
But some of them told me, I might get stuck.
I just laughed, “Ha ha,” and did not heed their warning,
They failed to mention he’d be gone in the morning.
When I awoke, and saw he wasn’t there,
My head was pounding, and I thought, “How dare!”
Foolish though fervent, I continued to play,
Not just at night now, sometimes in the day.
Each day that passed, he came by more and more,
He would leave quietly as I slammed to the floor.
Family and friends seemed to be distant now,
My new friend had control, so to him I would bow.
I began to hate him, but I could not let go,
Next day he introduced me to Mary and Blow.
It was quite a riot when we all got together,
With my first friend and Mary, we had the best time ever.
I lost inhibitions and I thought I was wise,
But sadness and vacancy set in my eyes.
A few times I told them, “I can’t play anymore.”
But they continued to rouse me, and appeared at my door.
I told them I had new friends, friends in a room,
They had steps and a book, and I started to bloom.
My old friend just scoffed, as he drew me back in,
How could I give him that control again?
I later learned, if I’d done what they said,
I would not be facing this horrible dread.
Once more I divorced my old friend and his chaps,
Said goodbye forever, to their games and their traps.
My friends in the rooms welcomed me back with a cheer,
I stood up and said, “So glad to be here!”
One step in their book said we can’t do this alone,
Another said surrender, eight and nine said atone.
With a smile on my face, and warmth in my heart,
I’ll follow their instructions and embrace my new start.
By Jason Kurtz
11 August 2014