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]]> http://b2bb2c.info/agriculture/what-do-you-think-of-this-old-mellow-my-true-life-story-of-my-life-upon-the-streets/comment-page-1#comment-16607 Jer Bear 2 Mon, 05 Apr 2010 17:09:18 +0000 http://b2bb2c.info/agriculture/what-do-you-think-of-this-old-mellow-my-true-life-story-of-my-life-upon-the-streets#comment-16607 ( Old & Mellow ) Wise beyond my years, compassionate for my fellow man, I see you through my tears. Don't ask me how I know so much, don't ask me what I've seen, just except the fact that I know alot, yet no not where I've been. When rising in the morning, and trying to clear my head, I think about another time, a time I truly dread. Pissy drunk from dawn til dusk, I never faced the light, contented to live on the street, I lived the homeless life. Begging money on the street, I wanted nothing more, I now had drink & cigarettes, my sidekick was a whore. Then one day the winter came, and the alleys became so rough, but I was not to worry cause I was big and mean and tough. The rains they poured for two days straight, the temperature it fell, by 10:00 o'clock that very night, the cold it bit like hell. While laying in the alley, and shaking like a leaf, I reached over for my Vodka, to feel some quick relief. By 4:00 a.m. the Vodka had worked, my soul it now felt very mellow...... so screw the cold & screw the wind, my courage now had doubled. But when I tried & could not stand, I simply laid there in the rubble. It was not until 5:00 a.m., that I realized I was in trouble. I could no longer feel my feet down there, the streets had turned to ice...... I forced myself to stand & walk. Looking all around, knowing that if I had not moved, I would have died there on the ground..... Out of booze & out of smokes, I was really stressed, no friends, no money, no hopes left, I soon got real depressed. But that was then, and this is now, my life could not be better. I take it slow & nice and easy, this thing that we call life. I have no worries or hard times, yes I am a very lucky fellow. For my @ss is still alive you see, and everyday a gift. I no longer lay down at night with a bottle in my hand, I lost 1/2 a leg and 1/2 a foot, and this I understand, tho I was hard, tho I was tough and thought I had a plan. I had never stopped to think about just simple and how grand, to go through my life everyday without a drink in hand. No more hustle no more fights no more begging on the street, and all it took was loss of limb to make my soul complete........ written by Jerry Hamilton May 7, 2007 in a recovery group for drug addicts & alcoholics!! Peace =) ......................................… ( Old & Mellow ) Wise beyond my years, compassionate for my fellow man, I see you through my tears. Don’t ask me how I know so much, don’t ask me what I’ve seen, just
except the fact that I know alot, yet no not where I’ve been. When rising in the morning,
and trying to clear my head, I think about another time, a time I truly dread.
Pissy drunk from dawn til dusk, I never faced the light, contented to live on the
street, I lived the homeless life. Begging money on the street, I wanted nothing more, I now
had drink & cigarettes, my sidekick was a whore. Then one day the winter came, and the alleys became so rough, but I was not to worry cause I was big and mean and tough.
The rains they poured for two days straight, the temperature it fell, by 10:00
o’clock that very night, the cold it bit like hell. While laying in the alley, and shaking like a leaf, I reached over for my Vodka, to feel some quick relief.
By 4:00 a.m. the Vodka had worked, my soul it now felt very mellow……
so screw the cold & screw the wind, my courage now had doubled. But when I tried & could
not stand, I simply laid there in the rubble. It was not until 5:00 a.m., that I realized I was
in trouble. I could no longer feel my feet down there, the streets had turned to ice……
I forced myself to stand & walk. Looking all around, knowing that if I had not moved, I would
have died there on the ground…..
Out of booze & out of smokes, I was really stressed, no friends, no money, no hopes left,
I soon got real depressed. But that was then, and this is now, my life could not be better.
I take it slow & nice and easy, this thing that we call life. I have no worries or
hard times, yes I am a very lucky fellow. For my @ss is still alive you see, and everyday a
gift. I no longer lay down at night with a bottle in my hand, I lost 1/2 a leg and 1/2 a foot,
and this I understand, tho I was hard, tho I was tough and thought I had a plan. I had never
stopped to think about just simple and how grand, to go through my life everyday without a
drink in hand. No more hustle no more fights no more begging on the street, and all it took
was loss of limb to make my soul complete……..
written by Jerry Hamilton May 7, 2007 in a recovery group for drug addicts & alcoholics!! Peace =)
………………………………..…

]]> http://b2bb2c.info/agriculture/what-do-you-think-of-this-old-mellow-my-true-life-story-of-my-life-upon-the-streets/comment-page-1#comment-16609 Mandy♥ Mon, 05 Apr 2010 16:57:10 +0000 http://b2bb2c.info/agriculture/what-do-you-think-of-this-old-mellow-my-true-life-story-of-my-life-upon-the-streets#comment-16609 Like I said, this is a great poem, Jerry. And I admire how you turned a sad life situation into a poem, a piece of art. Thank you for sharing. And congratulations on your wonderful recovery. Life is beautiful, God is good. God Bless, my friend!! :) Like I said, this is a great poem, Jerry. And I admire how you turned a sad life situation into a poem, a piece of art. Thank you for sharing. And congratulations on your wonderful recovery. Life is beautiful, God is good. God Bless, my friend!!

]]> http://b2bb2c.info/agriculture/what-do-you-think-of-this-old-mellow-my-true-life-story-of-my-life-upon-the-streets/comment-page-1#comment-16608 Kelsey;The eyes of Dallas Mon, 05 Apr 2010 15:49:12 +0000 http://b2bb2c.info/agriculture/what-do-you-think-of-this-old-mellow-my-true-life-story-of-my-life-upon-the-streets#comment-16608 I'm happy enough to be back on, but moreso now to read this. Wonderful in the expression, not so much in the expience other than how you are now and feel about you as a person now. I applaud you for sure. I know D wants to begin writing again. Happy Easter "K" I’m happy enough to be back on, but moreso now to read this. Wonderful in the expression, not so much in the expience other than how you are now and feel about you as a person now. I applaud you for sure. I know D wants to begin writing again.
Happy Easter
“K”

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