Today would've been his birthday but he didn't survive.
If John hadn't died, today he would've turned fifty-five.
He started by smoking pot and then he decided to start doing Meth.
That stuff is nasty and it didn't surprise me when it caused his death.
John angered some people because he stole from them.
When he died because of drugs, it was both sad and grim.
I'm very sorry that he died even though he stole from me.
He can never steal or do drugs again because he's gone for eternity.
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Author:
randyjohnson71 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019
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Comments2
Sad and tragic a tribute to a lost soul. Nicely done
A friend is a friend and it should be a bond that isn't broken.
You have given a fine example in this poem.
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