Glad To Live Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With blues sung,
And the drinking of booze done...
Strung out I am now,
On life.

Habits and addicting vices,
Once craved to feed my appetite...
Are gone.
There are much fresher commitments,
I anticipate to visit.

With blues sung,
And the drinking of booze I use to do,
Done and not missed.

I am here!
And no longer curious...
about that happiness I use to fear,
I'd never know.

And I am glad to live to know and show,
This life within me I've got!
Oh yes,
I am glad to live!