Mr. Dope

He moped and he doped

He reflected on his life

found bitterness and sadness

unfulfilled dreams

dead ends

long nights

endless rainy days

Among these drowning sorrows

Specks of gold were to be found

Childhood memories

his best friend

the sunny day at the park

His achievements

top of the class

many awards

And countless other oh-so-golden specks

He treasured these

His life-vest in the vast ocean of sorrow

His savior from the deepest chasms

His angel shining from the light of tomorrow

And for the first time in a long time

He smiled