i checked my calendar today
because i'm still alive
turns out that i've been sober now
three hundred twenty five
and that's an awful lot of days
in this obstacle course
of a booze-fueled sick society
that won't take me by force
i wouldn't put the wrong petrol
in my silly little car
so why would i fill my gut
in some seedy downtown bar
and that goes for food as well
all that poison at the store
it's hard to know just what to eat
our farms are waging war
it's odd when folks deride their friends
for treating themselves well
the body is a sacred vessel
as far as i can tell
it's all we have until it's gone
yet mine was so abused
some parts could use replacement
if i could buy them new or used
a shoulder or a hip
or maybe even my heart
a completely rebuilt engine
start taking me apart
i'm not completely totaled
though i've been in quite a wreck
i'm glad i haven't lost an eye
or had a broken neck
but though my body weakens
i have a stronger mind
i'm tired of beating myself up
i'm learning to be kind
each generation has to learn
the same lessons as the last
and each just makes the same mistakes
not listening to the past
youth is wasted on the young
is that not what they say
if i knew then what i know now
would i be here today
but what is done is done
and what will be will be
a life once lost has just begun
twas blind but now i see