Banker Bob wears suspenders and a bow tie
is older than God
rents rooms to the newly sober
bridges no bullshit.
Old school AA he brooks no whining
insists newbies suit up and show up.
Never loses sight of the disease
that wants to kill us.
He is just a man
many years sober
doing what we are taught
saving lives.
Don’t talk, listen.
Don’t try, do.
Walk the talk.
Keep it simple.
Help another alcoholic.
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Cynthia M. Sheward
Cynthia Sheward has written poetry since she was a child. She was born in Massachusetts but spent her young life in New Jersey. She applied her English degree from Arcadia University teaching junior-senior high school in Vermont the 70’s. In the 80s, she and her husband built their own house with their own hands in the mountains of North Carolina. In the 90s, she returned to NJ where she worked for a Fortune 500 corporation until her retirement.
Her work has been published in Friends Journal, Evening Street, the Bennington Banner, Fiber Arts Magazine, the Mountain Times and various other print media.
She currently resides in Jupiter, Florida.
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A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
Another great poem. We sure need Banker Bobs in AA.
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Thank you, Suze. Banker Bob rented my son his first apartment in AA.
He is long gone but was a good man.
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