My Youth
Shattered dreams at seventeen,
A troubled teen,
smoking green,
schemes to make cream,
Only to become a fiend,
Shy around women,
Always one to be swimming,
The weed kept me grinning,
Alchool kept my head spinning,
only to go into institutions.
For corrections,
Rehabilitation,
led me to trying to live in moderation,
but I was left in disarray,
because I wanted it my way,
only to pray.
And eventually live for today,
But I say, "The past is the past."
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