In my room of only eight by six
time slowly moves too fast
Smoking on my cancer sticks
reminiscing on my past.
Mama tried to tell me back then
the dangers of this life
Choose wisely in choosing friends
even wiser in a wife.
Be careful with the words you speak
and whom you might want cursed
Our motives we must learn to seek
weighing consequences first.
As I sit here savoring the taste
of my coffee brewed in tin
I think of my future with haste
and all of my past sin.
I watch the smoke rise from my lips
as it floats overhead
And as I try to come to grips
I pray I wake not dead.
One day the truth to be told the world
as the guilty might confess
All lies and secrets be unfurled
the facts finally egress.
Copyright 2005