Gambled Babies Milk Money Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Here I sit on a bench.
Lost all to a called friend.
Intoxicated again.
Babies money - down the drain.
College gone - lost the farm.
Needle in my arm.
Next trip to suicide path right.
It's all gone, the glitter lights lure.
No shoes, lost the blue suede.
Again the feel of the cold bench.
Church is where I belong.
GOD, will right the wrong.
I must pray and have faith.
Stoic armor soul, to recapture.
PRAY AND GAIN FAITH

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