Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Wait Was Over

It seemed to me from early age

Living was just waiting to die.

Each day was just another page

Of my book ending, by and by.

I wrote and sang my songs to fame,

And on my trip took drugs and booze,

Ease pain of living be my aim.

Sobriety I would not choose,

Because sobriety might mean

Life on a longer, better track.

I did let nothing intervene,

And drank and drugged to heart attack.

My wait for death at last came due.

My heart did stop, age 52.