He doesn’t miss the whiskey,
he doesn’t miss the wine
he’s been free of it all 28 years,
going on 29.
The day he laid the bottles down
was one of the best days of his life,
Now he helps others who are where he was,
he’s pointing them all toward the light
By: J.N.R Dutton
One time Rita spent an evening in a barroom,
Where bottomless whiskey flowed
then she stumbled so confused & helpless,
out into the bitter snow,
Thankfully the barman found
her husband’s number in her phone,
Because Rita would have frozen to death
trying to find her own way back home,
When she sobered up the next day,
Rita apologized,
she was thankful to be alive
she never touched another drop of whiskey
for the rest of her life
By:J.N.R Dutton
Shaun Charles was a trailer park kid
He was nine years old, it was early
when his life hit the skids
Had his first and last taste of gin at the age of ten
His daddy was tempted to whip him black & blue
as soon as he knew, but
Shaun scolded him, said: “Daddy, I just learned it from you”
That broke the old man’s heart in two
He fell down on his knees, his tears they fell like rain
He told Shaun “Just throw it away, I’ll never touch a drop again,
can I get the same promise from you?”
He said “Yes”….and they both kept the promise too
By:J.N.R Dutton
His early days were spent wild in the Hollywood hills
A young man just looking for fast thrills
Soon though he was burned out,
finally coming down from the wine & the pills
Realizing he needed to get off of the path that kills
By:J.N.R Dutton
He woke up one morning, took a long look in the mirror
He decided then & there he had to change
Now his once blood shot distant eyes are looking so much clearer
& the things he says aren’t slurred & strange
He’s thankful for these better days
By:J.N.R Dutton
A young man sitting on a sidewalk bench,
talking to an old man who was drinking White Port wine,
The wino’s speech was kind of slurring, and it looked like he’d been crying,
He said:
“I wasn’t always like this, kid,
there were some years I really shined,
I’d give anything, if I could go back in time”
The young man took the bottle from him, took him by the hand
saying: “you can overcome this, you can be free again,
and if you’re willing to help yourself, I’ll help you any way I can”
By:J.N.R Dutton
He used to buy cigarettes
When he was 17, with a fake I.D.,
or take them from his mama’s purse
When she wasn’t looking
All these years later, he’s finally free and clean
From that and other habits, and he’s in counseling
By: J.N.R Dutton
One of my most well known poems, written a couple years back.
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 