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My Uncle Mark, as you can see, Is so very important to me, As a godfather, I am supposed to look up to him, But as of right now, the chances are slim, See my Uncle Mark is living on the streets, Remembering his childhood as he was beat, He had so many hard times in his life, When he had to deal with loads of strife, As he grew older he began to drink a lot, And beer after beer is all he thought, He quit his job and was kicked out of his house, And downtown he scampered just like a poor mouse, Eating whatever he could find, And sharing it with other people of his "kind", He finally realized what he was going through, So he decided to push himself to AA meetings too, Now he is a recovering alcoholic, And this to me is very symbolic, He tried so hard to change his depressed life around, Even though today, he still sleeps on the ground, He became very religious, which changed his life, And relieved himself with a bunch of strife, To me, my Uncle Mark is a very courageous man, Living his days on the street as full as he can, My Uncle will always be a hero to me, For he has had a tough life as you can see. This article was published in the Enquirer on Sunday, February 18, 2001 The article from the Cincinnati Enquirer

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