What I got
What I feel and what I got
Is all the same though I think not
Realizing the fact that I think a lot
Puts me there right on the spot
What I think and what I feel
A wound it causes that will not heal
A moment spent or that I steal
Though pleasure fleeting it is not real
What I feel and what I know
Pain does bring and discomfort show
As pressure in my mind does grow
Feelings that with time will blow
What I know and what I see
Not all in life is filled with glee
As young lovers carve to mark a tree
And hope that two will soon make three
What I see and what I take
Is defiantly not make no mistake
As others well being is at stake
Or the heart of one would break
What I take and what I get
Not the same in that I bet
Luck is fleeting or life is set
No hope there is even on the net
What I get and what I got
Well, there is not a hell of a lot
When a circle becomes a dot
Let it be or let it rot
Vic © 2015
The ails of life
Life is hard and oh so short
As time goes by all seems naught
Like sand in an hourglass, a steady flow
As it all comes to an end painfully slow
True it is that some have less
And go on they do and see the best
But what part of mortality don’t they get
When all is in vain for the end is set
Pills that relieve the pressure, pills for the heart
Pills make brain fresher; yes one for a quick start
A needle in the morning, another in the evening
To drive away the sugar, and this after eating
Ailments there are many of which I must endure
It all turns my stomach, a pill for that, for sure
A drug addict I am but never get to plea
But sentenced I be, to a life of pain and misery
I ask this of you in all honesty
Is prolonging a life a novelty
Is it worth the fight and pain?
Even when the end will not refrain
The pleasures of life are deprived me
Abstain or a corps I will come to be
It seems a death sentence I was given
With no chance of being forgiven
© Vic 2015
