This is a beautiful poem written by a beautiful friend of mine.

Fifty-five

By Monique Pressley

One for my mom, two for my dad

Three for the family that I never had

Four for the friends I know that I’ll miss

Hey, can you tell me, what is this “bliss”?

Five for the person I wanted to be

Hey can you still recognize me?

Six for my love who went away

Please just tell me that you’ll stay

Seven for the sake of luck

And all my feelings that have

Run amuck.

Eight for the wish of eternal sleep.

I sure do hope that no one weeps.

Nine for this name of mine.

I hope that it won’t change with time.

Ten more pills in this bottle of sin.

I’ll empty it now and begin again.