A  bedtime story for rude children,

Poems by Oscar

Bong No More

I kept you close,
Now it’s time, you should be a ghost.
Escaping myself in that bong.
This new road is hard and long.…
That old road I took will be no more.
It’s time to change the way I lived 
and will live no more.
I have so much I want to give and life to live.
So for all of you who choose this path.
I wish you luck, it will be hard.
Day by day you will leave that sorrow.

By Oscar