Every Face Tells A Story - Poem by John Churchill
I never put my hand up
and I never volunteered,
drugs or booze is not a cruise
it's no fun being here.
Thought I'd played my cards right
I gambled wealth away,
smoked that shit and drank a bit
and now it's time to pay.
Life is oh so simple
to a fool who's on the make,
but please be sure you look before
those dangerous steps you take.
All those sad, sad faces
each has a tale to tell,
for some it's just unpleasant
but to others it pure Hell.
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