Each day comes, each day goes,
Like the wind, when it blows.
Sometimes rough, sometimes smooth,
Some times helped with lots of booze.
Ruining our life’s, ruining our souls,
Carrying us on, to achieve our goals.
Along with addictions of different kinds,
That keeps us going, controlling our minds.
By Dr Geebers
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