At Risk
Risking his life, he does not see the end.
Living his days as there were more to come.
Blind to the truth that's coming 'round the bend.
Recklessly thinking he has time to spend,
Wastes the good days, ensnared by demon rum.
Risking his life, he does not see the end.
Day after day in one another blend.
The wiles of drink have caused him to succumb.
Blind to the truth that's coming 'round the bend.
So many good men can't bad habits mend.
The wake up call won't come in time for some.
Risking his life, he does not see the end.
His friends all beg, he's too good at pretend.
He marches only to his lover's drum.
Blind to the truth that's coming 'round the bend.
His senses gone, he struggles in bedlam.
Nor notes the slowing of the pendulum.
Risking his life, he does not see the end.
Blind to the truth that's coming 'round the bend.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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