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days
there are sad days and bad days
that slip in among the rest
those alone and lonely bad days
that make me feel depressed
i want to curl up in my blankets
leech heat from my constant wife
but that doesn't get the bills paid
so it's reluctantly up to live my life
those cure all chemical concoctions
stay unopened and untouched
just a very last resort because i love
this old life of mine too much
and i want to see things clearly
and for me there are other ways
than seeing life suppressed
through a drug's prescribed haze
so i am lucky in my strength
but i know that in the end
one little pill of mischief
may ultimately prove my friend
there are good days and bad days
some better in the past
and every one a little closer
to the day that proves your last
there are bright days and light days
days that make you want to scream
come on world i'm ready so lets
simply go and live some dreams
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