The Ash Tray Holds The Ashes Poem by NIGEL SANDERS

The ash tray holds the ashes
From his smoked out cigarettes
With each new passing day
He's filled with more regrets

It seems that life and chances
Have all but passed him by
A constant struggle to exist
But he's really not sure why

His life has been a failure
By any standard that you use
It seems the choices that he made
Were not the ones to choose

But still he always tried
To do things that were right
He sleeps away the days
He stays awake all night

Drinking sometimes dulls the pain
Of a life that went all wrong
He tried so very hard
But he never was that strong