4-10-2012.

A pretty random poem for me. This was recently written (@ the end of 2011) These were just current thoughts about my fathers past addiction. He took a long rough road but I am happy to say he is five years sober. I could never thank him enough for the lesson he taught me through his experience.

About the hard times, and fighting.

Although you try to forget the body remembers pain.

If money is no object was a phase I heard as a young person it has a whole new meaning now that I am an adult it is my plan.

Part of my life story..

…and doin’ lots of it… An American man laughs while struggling to survive.

A feeling of hopelessness in a sea of troubles.

Struggles Of Life.

We need a real friend to share our happiness and sadness.