Getting High
I was too busy getting high,
to raise my kids.
I kept getting high,
over what I did.
I was too busy getting high,
to do the right thing.
As you get older regret,
burns, bites, and stings.
I was too busy getting high,
to go to school.
I was that kid that,
broke the rules.
I was too busy getting high,
to hold down a job.
I'm a female but,
I look like Bob.
I was too busy getting high,
and ended up in prison.
They tried to tell me,
I didn't listen.
I was too busy getting high,
and life passes by.
There are no do-overs,
you can't retry.
I was too busy getting high,
to tell the truth.
All I can do now is to,
inform our youth.
I was too busy getting high,
to show up for the holidays.
When they asked why?
the hell I would raise.
I was too busy getting high,
to stop and smell the rose.
I was searching for a yes,
and getting all nos.
I was too busy getting high,
I'm trying to have a good time.
I missed the clues and
ignored the signs.
I was too busy getting high,
I thought it was cool.
I was Sailing away,
on a ship of fools.
Here I am at sixty,
And all alone.
Reaping the harvest,
That must be sewn.
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Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2023
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