I did the coke
I did the crack
Got screwed up to man
I smoked the weed
I ate the shrooms
And got ruled off the tracks
I got so low I drank the booze
And that my man is the fact.

I spaced one thing
Forgot my Lord
He took it right away
So I sit in my camper
No money to hoard
It's why I write this poem today.

Faith is like a feeling
It a basic to our life
Without it you're too revealing
It also cuts just like a knife.

This story has no meaning
Without people like you and me
I can't sound like most your preachers
Because it's Mom I must respect
She does the words of Jesus
What more can one expect?

She taught us kids
Don't do no wrong
And don't tell your Bro's no lie.
Just teach them good
Don't do no wrong
And there ain't no harm to cry.
I cried right by my Mom
I cried right by my Dad
But I forgot to cry for my own self
And that's the part that's sad.

I wish to tell all the folks out there,
Don't do the drugs like me
Get on you knees
And pray real hard
Please let your soul be free.

If I could do it again
I'd preach Big Guy's powerful name
I'd give Jesus most the credit
And take half the dog-gone blame

D. Herb.         
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This poem was written by Donnie Herber, the son of our dear friend, Lucille Herber. Although he fell into the world of drugs and excessive alcohol, Donnie was a very accomplish jockey. His death earlier this year was devastating to his mother and family; but it didn't come as a surprise due to his long-standing alcohol problem and many injuries he received over the years during his racing carrier. (http://www.godfire.net/Donnie_Herber.htm)