Death of a Friend Poem

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R.I.P Sounds

© Keely Waller
People used to say stuff
Both good and bad,
Now when I look at them
I think there quite sad.
I know he did drugs
And he liked the old crack,
But thatís no need to
Stab him in the back.
He went through a lot,
I mean he did get bricked
And he survived all the times
When he got nicked.
He was only 19
He didnít deserve to die,
But heís probably having a great time being up in the sky.
His family loved him
And so did his mates,
None of us are going to
Forget any of his traits.
People I know would slag him off,
But now when they do it
They had better have there fingers crossed,
Because at the end of the day
He died very young,
And now when they say stuff
The cat wonít catch my tongue.
Iíll tell them what I think of them
Iíll tell them what I think
And if theyíve got a problem,
They can reply within a blink.
Down from the family
Sounds by the streets
We all miss you mate so-
R.I.P

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Published: Feb 2008

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