Excuse After Excuse

I have heard a friend say how he's lived through nothing but strife. That's his excuse after excuse for wasting his life. He smokes and he drinks – Been arrested by the law; But all of that is expected. After all, he never knew his pa. In school was no different – His failing grades they let pass. Though quite different and smart, he faded into the poor mass. Now he says he'll get through college – telling his doubters what's up. The only problems are the excuses and the way he's grown up. He has never had to work with dedication and will. Society has given him a “poor me” pill. My friend has succumbed to the excuse after excuse. They come down like a tidal, tightening like a noose. A hard life he has had anda strength has overcome, but the way of letting him slip by decides who he becomes. My best friend, I have heard say, has lived through nothing but strife. That's his excuse after excuse for wasting his cherished life.