An AA Dream

Coming closer to the end of his trip to Zambia, as a way to express his gratitude to everyone who welcomed him so nicely, Guido Stuer is offering this poem as a reminder that God loves us all.

I dreamed one night I passed away,

And left this world behind.

I started down that lonely trail

Some of my friends to find.

I came to a signpost on the trail

The directions it did tell:

KEEP RIGHT to go to HEAVEN,

TURN LEFT to go to HELL.

 

I hadn’t been too good on earth,

Just a hopeless boozing rake,

And knew there at the crossroads

The path I’d have to take.

So I started on that rocky path

That leads to Satan’s place;

And I shook within not knowing

Just what I’d have to face.

 

Old Satan met me at the gate,

“What is your name, my friends?”

I said, “I’m just old sober Sam

That’s come to a sad end”.

He glanced through some yellow files,

“You’re listed as an ALCOHOLIC,

We do not want you here.”

 

I said, “I’m looking for my friends,”

And a smile stole o’er his face.

“If your friends are alcoholics

They’re in the other place.”

So I went back the way I came

Till the crossroads I did see.

Then turned right to Heaven

As happy as could be.

 

St. Peter smiled and said: “come in,

For you I have a berth.

You are an alcoholic.

You’ve been through hell on earth.”

I saw al Dud and old Pat too.

Rill R. and a friend called Bell.

And brother I was tickled

‘Cause I thought they’d gone to hell.

 

So brothers all take warning,

Learn something from my trip.

You’re got a place in heaven

If you try hard not to slip.

If someone tempts you with a drink

When you’re not feeling well,

Tell him you’ve going to heaven

And he can go to hell!