How can I make this day,
twenty-four whole hours,
a thousand four hundred forty minutes
looming ahead, waiting for my wrong choice
in just one of them. I’m powerless.
But there is a way. Hold on…
to twelve steps, to twelve traditions,
just twenty-four concepts, a couple dozen principles.
And with those, I can manage the  fourteen-hundred-forty
minutes looming ahead of me. I’m powerless
but the Steps and Traditions are not.