There have been times in my life That I wanted to die, And other times when I wished I'd never been born. All those lonely, sleepless nights Spent trying not to cry. But tears would stain my pillow Before the early morn. There have been times that I've felt Life is not worth the livin' It would have been so easy to end it all. But my heart has not been pierced By a bullet driven. Nor has my body been smashed By a tremendous fall. No, my wrist has not been slashed By razor or by knife. Yea, though I've had more than my share Of both pain and sorrow, And many times I've wanted to, I did not end my life. Because I am wise and I know There's always tomorrow. Next poem
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