Existere (latin, to become.)

For all the women
I never had
When I tried to impress.

For the love I gave
And the love I had
That never seemed to last.

For the drugs and booze
when I went too far
A creature of excess.

For the life I built
And almost wrecked
Yet built again from scratch.

For the money I made
And the lifestyle
You cannot beat the cash.

For the pressure I took,
Common coal to diamond
That just will not wash.

For all the friends
That I let down
When they all went west.

For I was just a man.
Racked with doubt.
Did i do my best?

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