A life

-A​ ​life​ ​we​ ​live​ ​no​ ​one​ ​can​ ​see,​ ​each​ ​person​ ​that​ ​lives​ ​has​ ​a​ ​story.  
A​ ​man​ ​meets​ ​with​ ​friends​ ​just​ ​to​ ​have​ ​a​ ​good​ ​time.  
He’s​ ​had​ ​a​ ​long​ ​week​ ​and​ ​deserves​ ​to​ ​unwind.  
So​ ​he​ ​sits​ ​with​ ​friends​ ​chatting​ ​and​ ​catching​ ​up,​ ​then​ ​a​ ​friend​ ​questions​ ​why​ ​there​ ​is​ ​nothing​ ​in 
his​ ​cup. 
Is​ ​it​ ​that​ ​he​ ​knows​ ​the​ ​hand​ ​that​ ​holds​ ​the​ ​glass​ ​is​ ​the​ ​one​ ​he​ ​takes​ ​home,​ ​and​ ​shows​ ​his​ ​wife 
what’s​ ​right​ ​and​ ​what's​ ​wrong. 
A​ ​life​ ​we​ ​live​ ​no​ ​one​ ​can​ ​see,​ ​each​ ​person​ ​that​ ​lives​ ​has​ ​a​ ​story 
-A​ ​tale​ ​of​ ​times​ ​is​ ​such​ ​a​ ​shame,​ ​a​ ​life​ ​with​ ​a​ ​story​ ​and​ ​no​ ​one​ ​to​ ​explain. 
While​ ​the​ ​child​ ​sits​ ​alone​ ​over​ ​in​ ​a​ ​corner​ ​watching​ ​the​ ​mother​ ​groom​ ​in​ ​the​ ​mirror,​ ​and​ ​chat​ ​on her​ ​phone.​ ​With​ ​no​ ​second​ ​thought​ ​the​ ​child​ ​had​ ​not​ ​eaten​ ​all​ ​day​ ​long.​ ​In​ ​such​ ​a​ ​rush​ ​the 
mother​ ​must​ ​leave,​ ​because​ ​her​ ​dealer​ ​won’t​ ​wait​ ​long​ ​so​ ​she’ll​ ​have​ ​to​ ​hurry.​ ​No​ ​time​ ​to​ ​be 
concerned​ ​of​ ​meals​ ​or​ ​how​ ​bills​ ​will​ ​be​ ​paid.​ ​This​ ​baby​ ​must​ ​learn​ ​to​ ​pave​ ​its​ ​own​ ​way.​ ​The 
greed​ ​of​ ​addiction,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​price​ ​you​ ​must​ ​pay. 
A​ ​life​ ​we​ ​live​ ​no​ ​one​ ​can​ ​see,​ ​each​ ​person​ ​that​ ​live​ ​has​ ​a​ ​story. 
-Stories​ ​go​ ​on​ ​and​ ​many​ ​may​ ​never​ ​know​ ​of​ ​the​ ​husband​ ​who​ ​works​ ​late​ ​just​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​things 
right,​ ​but​ ​goes​ ​home​ ​to​ ​an​ ​empty​ ​wife​ ​every​ ​night.​ ​Working​ ​over​ ​so​ ​he​ ​doesn’t​ ​see​ ​the​ ​true​ ​life 
he​ ​lives​,or his wife's disease.​ ​Walking​ ​up​ ​there​ ​is​ ​no​ ​light​ ​in​ ​his​ ​dark​ ​cold​ ​home,​ ​he​ ​could​ ​tell​ ​in 
his​ ​soul​ ​something​ ​was​ ​wrong.​ ​As​ ​stiff​ ​as​ ​a​ ​board​ ​she​ ​hid​ ​no​ ​shame​ ​for​ ​the​ ​needle​ ​was​ ​not 
her’s​ ​but​ ​one​ ​she​ ​borrowed​ ​from​ ​a​ ​friend. 
A​ ​life​ ​we​ ​live​ ​no​ ​one​ ​can​ ​see,​ ​each​ ​day​ ​of​ ​life​ ​adds​ ​to​ ​your​ ​story. 
-​ ​A​ ​child​ ​on​ ​the​ ​curb​ ​that​ ​just​ ​wants​ ​to​ ​go​ ​home,​ ​yet​ ​he​ ​knows​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​lights​ ​no​ ​food​ ​and​ ​he’ll
be​ ​alone.​ ​To​ ​young​ ​to​ ​understand​ ​addiction​ ​is​ ​a​ ​disease​ ​you​ ​can’t​ ​see,​ ​but​ ​it​ ​has​ ​an​ ​urge​ ​an 
addict​ ​must​ ​feed.​ ​It​ ​doesn’t​ ​pick​ ​or​ ​choose​ ​who​ ​will​ ​fall​ ​in​ ​its​ ​grasp,​ ​nor​ ​does​ ​it​ ​give​ ​a​ ​time​ ​frame of​ ​how​ ​long​ ​it​ ​will​ ​last.​ ​Being​ ​enabled​ ​by​ ​someone​ ​who​ ​has​ ​no​ ​cares​ ​or​ ​no​ ​clue​ ​that​ ​it​ ​has 
damaged​ ​and​ ​torn​ ​apart​ ​a​ ​family​ ​or​ ​two.​ ​Like​ ​the​ ​baby​ ​seeking​ ​peace,​ ​but​ ​the​ ​only​ ​love​ ​he​ ​gets 
comes​ ​from​ ​the​ ​streets.​ ​Now​ ​he​ ​eats,​ ​he’s​ ​clothed​ ​with​ ​a​ ​place​ ​to​ ​live.​ ​In​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​addiction 
doesn’t​ ​only​ ​take,​ ​to​ ​him​ ​it​ ​also​ ​gives.  
A​ ​life​ ​we​ ​live​ ​no​ ​one​ ​can​ ​see,​ ​each​ ​person​ ​that​ ​lives​ ​has​ ​a​ ​story. 
-No​ ​judgment​ ​upon​ ​any​ ​should​ ​there​ ​be​ ​placed​ ​we​ ​each​ ​have​ ​a​ ​story,​ ​and​ ​they​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​erased. 
Not​ ​every​ ​story​ ​is​ ​lovely​ ​and​ ​not​ ​every​ ​tale​ ​is​ ​great,​ ​you​ ​truly​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​someone​ ​unless 
you’ve​ ​read​ ​their​ ​every​ ​page.  
A​ ​life​ ​we​ ​live​ ​no​ ​one​ ​can​ ​see,​ ​each​ ​person​ ​that​ ​lives​ ​has​ ​a​ ​story.