My Life Gone By

i sit here writing, of my life gone by, i dont want you to feel sorry for me, and i dont want you to cry, these are the choices, that only i made, and i will live with them, until my dying day, i was sexually abused as a young boy, and that really effected me, right to the core, i went to drink and i went to drugs, as i never knew love, and never got hugs, i was always kicked out ,and lived on the streets, i had to steal, to wear shoes on my feet, my parents worked, and did they like their drink, they never cared for me, they did not have time to think, i would not change, a thing in my life, as i am now a good man, but might not have been, without this trouble and strife, i no longer steal, and no longer get into trouble, its like some-one has pulled me out, of a hill full of rubble, i am so proud, just how far i have come, i am no longer a trouble maker, and no longer a bum, i have a son, and a wife of twenty years, ok i have bad days and some times there is tears,