Written about a brief moment at work driving a Fed ex truck
Just a late night poem I wrote about addiction and the state of mind of an addict.
This is a small note of gratitude to our benefactor God who created each and every little beautiful thing, that we everyday cherish in our lives...
"Life would not present to you, desired dreams, In a platter of gold overlaid in a velveteen pad, Rather, upon a rugged chipped off rocky highway" It is a constant struggle.