I was borne, of two good parents, so there is no excuse,

Just for me, to grow up, to suffer this abuse.

It’s all self inflicted, and started when I was sixteen,

I do believe, it all came from, a low self esteem.

Drugs and booze, was the game, man we had some fun,

Until one night, I took a trip, and thought my life was done.

For many years after that, I nary took a drink,

No more drugs did I do, out of fear is what I think.

Then one day, out of the blue, I started to drink again,

This I blamed, on the stress, my inability to comprehend.

The fact of the matter is, I have a compulsive behavior,

I’m hooked on booze and cigarettes, they always are my savior.

At my age, it’s taken its toll, I feel I’m on a ledge,

As my health, gets worse each day, I fear I’m over the edge.

Now if soon, I do not stop, these things they call addictions,

Death will come, to my door, and by my own convictions.

Glen A. Conrad

11/05/2003