Drug Problem
The other day, someone told me that they read
that a methamphetamine lab had been found in our
town and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why
didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were
growing up?"
"I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing
up. "
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials
no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told
a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with
respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher.
Or if I didn't put forth my best effort in
everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a
profane four letter word. (I do know what Lye soap
tastes like. )
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and
flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of Family, Friends, and
neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one,
to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop some
fire wood, and if my mother had ever known that I
took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she
would have drug me back to the wood shed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect
my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They
are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today's
children had this kind of drug problem, America might just be a
better place today.
Don't cha think
The other day, someone told me that they read
that a methamphetamine lab had been found in our
town and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why
didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were
growing up?"
"I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing
up. "
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials
no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told
a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with
respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher.
Or if I didn't put forth my best effort in
everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a
profane four letter word. (I do know what Lye soap
tastes like. )
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and
flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of Family, Friends, and
neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one,
to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop some
fire wood, and if my mother had ever known that I
took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she
would have drug me back to the wood shed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect
my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They
are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today's
children had this kind of drug problem, America might just be a
better place today.
Don't cha think