| Wasted..... |
| Half of his live has been wasted... being caught in the web of destruction. By choosing to be like his "buddies"... Doing drugs and the things of corruption... It started as just "recreation".. No harm was to come to a soul... A fifteen year old`s "curiosity" Now at "30" he sits in the "hole" My heart aches to see him in shackles To visit behind a glass wall... A mother can`t touch or embrace him... That "monkey" is to blame for this all.... |
| Written by:Karen Long Gibson |
| Copyright 2001 Karen Long Gibson |
| This poem is send to me by E-mail...It` where send to me by a very good friend of me in the U.S.A..Thank you Karen for writing it and send it to me... |