The Addict


	The Addict I resisted for many years, I said “No; it’s not for me, Please, leave me alone I like the life that you see.” They kept after me saying “Come on, just give it a try, It’ll make you feel so good it’s really an amazing high.” Finally one gloomy day as I was feeling especially low, I thought maybe this hit was the way to go. So, I joined them one day and an addict I became, I found that I was involved in a life or death game. My brain was hammered hard my heart beat loud and fast, Sometimes I would cry and say happiness I’ve found at last. I did my very best to pass this high around, I wanted everyone to know the feeling I had found. So many people would say it’s just a worthless crutch, Even with a ten-foot pole they would not begin to touch. I was laughed at and scorned for the addiction in me, They would not believe it would make them happy and free. I said, “OK but if you change your mind, There‘s plenty of dealers like me easily you can find.” Still, I look for new prospects ‘though not to lead them astray, To addict them to Jesus the ONE and ONLY WAY. JRS © 5-26-05 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved