I was hooked on crack and living on the streets. <br />I wanted nothing out of life except another toke. <br />I did not have a place to call my home, <br />Because that pipe always kept me broke. <br /> <br />Crack had become so important to my life, <br />That eating was no longer a necessity. <br />The first time I smoke that pipe <br />Was the last time life meant anything to me. <br /> <br />I sold all my dreams for one piece of crack. <br />Then, I would do anything for just one more hit. <br />Lying, stealing and cheating, had become life for me <br />Just to keep my pipe lit. <br /> <br />Anything I could put my hands on <br />From family and friends, I stole. <br />I did not have anything but my body to pawn <br />Because everything else was all ready sold. <br /> <br />I was skinny, hungry, and always broke, <br />Look at what that pipe had done to me. <br />I crept and slept around so much <br />Now, I am dying because of disease. <br /> <br />Sometimes, I thought I could make a change. <br />I could change things around and not live life the same. <br />I really kept trying to help myself, <br />Nevertheless, that pipe kept calling my name. <br /> <br />Do you want to know why I smoked that pipe? <br />It is not as if I did not have any pride left. <br />I was up all night hurting because of the smoke <br />Simply because I could not help myself. <br /> <br />Yes, I was up until the break of dawn. <br />I tried every program, clinic, and remedy. <br />However, I could not leave that pipe alone. <br />Then, Jesus came and He rescued me. <br /> <br />This is my life, open for all to see <br />Because of that pipe, my life is no longer my own. <br />When Jesus came, I gave it to Him. <br />He made that pipe leave me alone. <br /> <br />(Copyright 2007)<br /><br />Reginald Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-opened-for-all-to-see/
