Purpose
I can’t believe that I made it this far in my lifeI thought by now I would be dead
With all the liquor I’ve drank
All the cigarettes I have smoked
And all the pills I popped
I’ve o/ded so many times
Landing me in the hospital twice
One time was in ICU
But now all that has stopped
I’m not the person I once was
I’m living on barrowed time
This life is not of my own
I’m still here for a purpose
But what it is
I do not know
Time will tell what the future holds
I guess I just have to see how my life unfolds
Poetry by Ken Ortiz
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Written on 2007-07-03 at 18:24
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