Wasting time and money,
A man chugs down each beer.
The next day finds him miserable,
From way too much canned “cheer.”
A kid got high on drugs;
How high we’ll never know,
For he was buried by his folks;
He’s now six feet below.
Unbridled sexual pleasures,
Sought by selfish boys,
Bring pregnancy or disease,
To girls used much like toys.
It was just a game they played--
Russian roulette with a gun.
But the laughter died forever,
All in the name of “fun.”
True happiness is lost,
To a lack of self-control.
A life of artificial fun,
Can ruin a mortal soul.
So, if you’re seeking joy,
And love and peace without measure.
They come with self-denial,
And not by seeking pleasure.
Becky Wall