struggling young man had his palm glued to his head by the sweat of his brow
no matter how hard he worked, life always dealt him a fresh blow
Downcast, he surrendered to what he did not know,
nearing the end, every beating heart tends to take it slow.
Struggling young man released a deep sigh
all the while his eyes remained fastened to his left thigh
from the bar stool where he sat, he felt quite 'high'
regretfully he new in a few moments he'd have to say goodbye
Struggling young man swallowed a pill,red or white, he could no longer feel
He knew in phases his life would begin to peel,
His final moments, captured on life's golden reel.
© 2009 J N Allotey
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