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,
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