It was not my will to enter this life
here I am and very hard I have tried
nothing gets easier as years pass by
but it is not my choice to take my life
I have had good friends commit suicide
deeply troubled I really know not why
and I do not know if I will say hi
in a dream vision or maybe next time
Every now and then I think and cry
as I see hands face wrinkle I sigh
but at the end with tearing in my eyes
like a baby I will enjoy the ride
Saturday, November 7
Copyright 2009 Kerry James Crump
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