Stop History


"History repeats itself"
Is a common phrase
When it comes to
Alcohol, drugs, or even rage
We push the envelope
So to speak
"What can my body handle"
We seem to think
Some OD and make it through
Some aren't so lucky
Unfortunately true
So many die
From day to day
Not thinking at all
That life might end that way
I guess the point of the story is
Why cut your time short
By playing around
With the wrong sort
Of people, places, and things
Out there
Instead all of us should stop and say
"The buck stops here"
And go along a better way
Lifes too short
To play around
Your life has a purpose
And it can be found

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