Story of my life.

A childhood stole, but never forgotten.
A dream dreamt but never lived.
Story of my life.
A rock and roll song, without the talent.
A daughter now to lazy to tie her own shoes
and a mother, to crazy to raise her own sons.
I once could cook.
Had young mouths to feed.
Now I retreat, don't feel the need.
An author to drunk to read her own words.
A singer to drunk to know his own tune.
I hope he recues me someday soon.