I Became A Beaver Part 2

I came to Beaver Hall, the second time around

What was I looking for?:  To stand on my own ground

I came to relearn what I learned six years ago

And I came to learn what i missed in the overflow

I came for the schedule, I came for the rules

I opted the Mary Janes and I opted the booze;

When I arrived I was HALTed and stressed

By choosing Beaver's program, I'll be doubly blessed.

The tournaments I played, the AA meetings I went

They're not in the program for me to resent;

The walks I did walk, and exercises in the gymn

The are there to keep me helathy and slim.

Schedules and activites are a necissity

To keep me on track on the road to my sobriety

The Beaver walls are filled with laughter and fun

And through the windows shone the sun

I've done my chores and are fine meals

Yet unconditional love is what I feel

Yhe friends that I have met over here

Are more inspiratinal than a glass of beer

I arrived here all angry and frustrated at myself

Yet I found the program full of informational tool wealth

With its message on assertive communication and inner peace

To do all this in twenty-eight days would be a feat

Illness and obstacles were thrown my way

But I had to relearn to live day-by-day

It's a selfish program, so we are told

Even the staff is narcisstic, don't you know!?

The steps are big, yet the steps are small

And if I slip I will surely fall

In everything taught will come my maturity

By lessons in tolerance and diversity

I know I will leave here with my sobriety

An action plan, a network and security

Because I will remember what is across the street

A black hawk that soars above the cemetary

Because again I have the tools, info and levers

To remain that Camel and defiantely a stronger Beaver!