Author Unknown

All alone, with no one who cares,
I asked a peddler to show me his wares
He had powders, and tablets, and capsules galore
And said when i'd used them i'd opened the door
To happiness, joy and freedom they say
O god please help me - there must be a way
To feel this good without being high,
To stay down on earth, not up in the sky
Oh no, it's too late - my mind is so blown,
This poem was written by -- author unknown.

Copyright freely given. Dave