An A.A. Dreams

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 signboard on the trail, the directions it did tell
KEEP RIGHT to HEAVEN, TURN LEFT to go to HELL.

I hadn't been to good on earth, just a hopeless boosing rake,
And knew there at the crossroads, the path I'd have to take.
So I started on the 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 friend?"
I said "I'm just old sober Sam that's come to a sad end."
He glanced through some yellow files, "You've made a mistake I fear.
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're his face.
"If your friends are alcoholics, the'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 can 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 Ol' Dub and Ol' Pat too, Bill P., and a friend called Bell.
And brother, I was tickled 'cause I thought they'd all gone to Hell.

So brothers all take warning, learn something from my trip.
You've 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're gong to Heaven, and he can go to HELL!