Author: PM

There’s old folks around, with no one to care
They’d think the world, if you’ pull up a chair.
Little tykes, missin’ a dad or a mother
They sit alone, could love a big sister or brother
Yeah, sometimes we get caught up in  a world full of glitter
We slowed down a bit, does that make us a quitter?

Thrills

I had definitely hit my bottom. Near death. Near
brain dead. (Near wet-brain). No ambition. No goal.
Second visit to the psyche ward. Acute alcohol
poisoning.

A song continued to echo in my head. I think
it was by J. Cougar Meloncamp. One line
stuck in my mind. –It went something like this:

“Oh yeah, life goes on, even after the thrill of
livin’ is gone.”

I thought, “If God would just kill me it
would be sufficient.” But He wouldn’t and
He didn’t. I’m happy of that today.

Life still goes on. I’ve never been suicidal
however, I have been at the “jumping off place”
where I can see why people have done it.

I hope I never return to that hell. Wisdom
says to endure to end. My goal is to
live till I die with as few complications
as possible in between. And even be happy
most of the time. There is always hope. Always
something to be grateful for. We can have
life, even abundantly. Thank-you, my Master.

Time is a thing. It really wasn’t wasted. Merely gone by.
Like cookies and milk, How good it tasted. No need to cry.
No matter how fast it went, it hasn’t all been spent
Don’t be thinking, “So little money”, if you have some time
Be surprised what you can do, that won’t cost a dime.