I am getting older.

I think the youngsters need someone younger.

I’ve worked pulling kids and fathers and mothers

out of drug overdoses.

I’m getting tired.  The drugs are becoming more powerful.

A policeman told me today that he brought a man back alive from drugs

and when the  man woke up he tried to kill this officer

(from the effects of coming out from a drug induced almost death).

In the end, the man had a heart attach and died (not the policeman).


I have worked in this town about 23 years

and have seen every drug on the increase.

I’ve been offered drugs (no I never accepted them).

I had once lovely lady shoot up

with a needle in my counseling room.

I asked her what was happening —

she said she was taking insulin for diabetes.

Minutes later I called 911 as she went unconscious (she lived).

I’m ready to start writing poetry again as I did in the 1970s and 1980s.


Thanks for taking time to read my story.

Blessings,  Jim Wortham



Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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