PLEASURE

My life has been pursuit of pleasure,
But, I am not complaining.
I am the master of woridly treasure,
But I am not happy while leaving.

What made me to bartar my joy ,
I have no answer, but perplex,
My heart aches and mind sways,
But I have no balm no ointment.

My life was a sin,
A path to devil ‘s abode,
The air I breathe was narcotics,
And food I gobble was poison.

My day began with shine of gold,
Noon was spent in gambling,
The moon I never admired ,
Than my diamonds and silver.

At the end of my day,
I wanted something else!
I realize when I am dying,
As no one is at my side!
:-keshie