Poetry

I Am OLD AGE IS HELL The Death Of An Innocent

(by Sheila Ortman)

I am the earth upon which you trod.

I am the wind that caresses you with love.

I am the fire that keeps you warm and cooks your food.

I am the water that refreshes and sooths you.

I am the giver of life, wisdom and light.

I am the father of all you see, the mother that nurses thee.

I am the tree that gives you shade, the light that guides your way.

I am the stars you see above, the one that you must love.

I am the conscience of your soul, the feelings that you hold.

I am the presence that you feel, the voice of appeal.

I am many things to many people.

I am always with you.

I am life in all its glory.

I am

YOU!

I Am Old Age Is HELL The Death Of An Innocent

OLD AGE IS HELL

Body gets stiff, you get cramps in your legs;

Corns on your toes big as hen's eggs.

Gas in your stomach, elimination is poor;

Take Ex-Lax at night, but then you're not sure.

You soak in the tub or the body will smell'

It's like I said, Old Age is Hell.

The teeth start decaying, eyesight is poor;

Hair's falling out all over the floor.

Sex life is shot, it's a thing of the past;

Don't kid yourself friend, even that does not last.

Can't go to parties, don't dance anymore;

Putting it mildly, you're a hell of a bore.

Liquor is out, don't dare take a chance;

Bladder is weak, might pee in your pants.

Nothing to plan on, nothing to expect;

Just the mailman bringing your Social Security check.

Be sure your affairs are in order and your will made out right;

Or on the way to the grave, there'll be a hell of a fight.

So, if on this New Years you feel fairly well;

Thank God, you're alive although Old Age is Hell.

I Am Old Age Is HELL The Death Of An Innocent

THE DEATH OF AN INNOCENT

Anonymous

Let's put behind us once and for all the idea that substance abuse is a victimless crime. Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary defines victim as "one that is acted on and usually adversely affected by a force or agent." By this definition drug abuse is a crime with multiple victims. This powerful piece of poetry makes the case very eloquently, and brings home the reason we fight so hard against the spectra of drugs.

I went to a party, mom,

I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, mom,

So I drank soda instead.

I felt really proud inside, mom,

The way you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive, mom,

Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, mom,

I know you're always right.

Now the party is finally ending ,mom,

As everyone drives out of sight.

As I got into my car, mom,

I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me, mom,

So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, mom,

But as I pulled onto the road.

The other car didn't see me, mom,

And it hit me like a load.

As I lie here on the pavement, mom,

I hear the policeman say.

The other guy is drunk, mom,

And now I'm the one who'll pay.

I'm lying here dying, mom,

I wish you'd get here soon.

How come this happened to me, mom?

My life bursts like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, mom,

Most of it is mine.

I hear the paramedic say, mom,

I'll die in a very short time.

I just wanted to tell you, mom,

I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, mom,

The others didn't think.

He didn't know where he was going, mom,

He was probably at the same party as I,

The only difference is, mom,

He drank, and I will die.

Why do people drink, mom?

It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now, mom,

Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, mom,

I don't think that is fair;

I'm lying here dying, mom,

While all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, mom,

Tell daddy to be brave.

And when I go to Heaven, mom,

Write "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, mom,

Not to drink and drive.

If only they would have taken time, mom,

I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, mom,

I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, mom,

Because when I needed you,

you were always there.

I have one last question, mom,

Before I say good-bye.

I didn't ever drink, mom,

So why am I to die?

This is the end, mom,

I wish I could look you in the eye,

To say these final words, mom,

I love you and good-bye.

I Am Old Age Is HELL The Death Of An Innocent

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Revised November 02, 2001
by Sheila Ortman, sortman@email.com
for CIS 212, Cuyamaca College

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