Addicted

I once was afflicted, No, I was once addicted, To adventures and high thrills Then to needles, booze and pills. My days would always begin With a beer or a shot of gin, And my days they would always end When I lost my buzz and I began to ascend. My family and friends they did worry When about the house they saw we scurry, And I think it all began with my first cigarette Which I never saw as trouble or a threat. I never saw the problem or the harm Especially when I started taking a needle to the arm, And never did I have any worries or dread, But, now I am dead. Randy L. McClave