I passed out on the avenue, I fell down on the street.
I swooned under the sway of every drug dealer I’d meet.
I’d smoke whatever came into my hands, from coke to cocoa.
I spent much of my formative days just plain goin’ loco.
There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do, my bottom line was low.
I thought that when I died I would be eulogized and so
my legacy would follow me and reputation grow.
But as the years went by I saw this was a great big no.
I was an alcoholic, a drug addict and a fool.
The times that I awoke in small cells should have been my school.
My learning curve was filled with blurs and downright blackout hours.
Perhaps some higher power kept me from pushin’ up flowers.
I’ve had a quad heart bypass and survived spinal infection.
It’s amazing that I still incur so much affection.
I’m good with kids and animals seem to thrive in my realm.
My boat is leaky, creaky, but I still stand in the helm.
Perhaps there is a further shore upon which I might land.
And finally build my castle of a wonderment of sand.