Drug Problem? Yeah, I Had One! Poem by Luke Easter

Minister Louis Clark came over to watch the football game,
On a commercial break we talked how things are not the same,
As I poured some more orange juice into my favorite cup,
Louis talked about the drug problem he had growing up.

Yes, I had a serious drug problem when I was young,
Upon hearing this, needless to say yours truly became stunned,
Not just due to his position in the church but only because,
Brother Clark is a staunch advocate against the use of drugs.

Then again, who better to know than someone that had used,
It’s possible growing up he could have been lost or confused,
I’m sure the puzzled look on my face relayed how, I had to know,
He certainly didn’t seem like the kind to ever be out of control.

Searching for an answer not showing disappointment in my reply,
He started to laugh and said it’s none of the reasons you know why,
My drug problem was a blessing from God and not in disguise,
And when he said that I couldn’t move as though being paralyzed.

I was drug to family reunions, school functions, community affairs,
To my surprise, practically all of the neighborhood kids were there,
I was drug to Sunday school in a clean white shirt and tie,
Drug to the youth choir even though I only knew “by & by, ”

Drug to funerals even when they were ninety and I was only nine,
Drug to the woodshed for using profanity, ouch! My behind,
Drug there again when I misbehaved or had a bad report card,
And when my parents said I’d never learn cause my head was hard.

Drug by my ears when being disrespectful to elders or told a lie,
Back to the woodshed if I dared not apologize with a tear in my eye,
If I forgot to take out the trash or didn’t cut the grass on time?
Yep, you guessed it, drug to the woodshed, again my sore behind.

Proverbs 13: 24, parents who spare the rod do not love their child,
You might have to stop and dwell on this scripture for a little while,
Many times children are raised unknowingly creating stress in perfection,
Instead of sending them in society with a common sense of direction.

There’s a difference between discipline and abuse in a beating,
Chastisement must never be given with anger in your mind or heart,
Because the whole purpose of this type of correction and instruction,
Is to become closer together through guidance, not farther/ further apart.

Eventually I learned and being drug around I finally out grew,
As for the drug addicts in the world today? If they only knew,
If more parents were like mine this problem could be put to bed,
All it would take is just a few extra trips to the family woodshed.