Far off, somewhere-
Quite a way over there...
Torn, folded, faded.
Austere dress, unsmiling face...
Sip, then swill, now guzzle-
Water, I plead, and I puzzle...
I run, pressing on, racing and pacing-
Stumbling, leaden-legged and breathless...
I run, pressing on, racing and pacing-
Stumbling, leaden-legged and breathless...
I never did meet you,
But pain is a common friend...
Speak with me, Friend;
Won\'t you please have a seat...
I'm writing you a letter now,
A testament, a confession note...
I know you do not understand.
I realize you are afraid...
Are you ready- right here, right now- to face eternity? |
The choice between "drug-free" and "druggie" is really the choice between "to be" and "not to be." |
So then I was diagnosed with AD- hey! is that a cow? |