For Julian. Do you guys think its good enough to read in front of a small-ish crowd? |
It started off like any other The wind was cool, the grass was green A sun so bright no cloud could smother Any bad thoughts were short and lean For a new adventure, we did depart Hand in hand, our friendship grew He settled deep inside my heart What would come next, no one knew The rode we traveled had, now and then, a muddy spot But it was pleasant for a while Storms really didn’t come a lot And he always lent my face a smile The dark clouds, though, came more and more I’d get shivers down my back The rain would tend to pour and pour And suddenly, his company I’d lack Less and less I’d see him Our paths would seldom cross The shining lake in which we’d swim Now stank with algae and with moss We stand before a bend A crossroads were we wait My love for him I always lend But I’m left alone, pondering his fate He’ll choose the dark and dreary path I see it in my head He just can’t seem to do the math Or wake on the right side of the bed I know that he’s in trouble His soul’s not what you’d think I use my heart to pop his bitter bubble But I get gagged by life’s new stink This path is so well traveled I don’t think he’ll escape Our friendship’s now unraveled And sinking in a lake He’s drifting oh so far Slipping from my grip He’s stuck in slimy ink black tar His morals have a rip I try my best to reach his hands But his eyes, they just ignore He’s surveying the surrounding lands Deciding what he’ll loose to sink down even more His doom is never far away, And he’s teetering on the edge There’s nothing in him I can sway And so he falls from a crumbling ledge No Jesus in his heart to break his fall I hear him land, his bones now cracked In my mind he was once so tall But love of Christ he lacked So now he’s lying in a gorge, a pool of blood beneath his head But I’m not surprised at all, only filled with sorrow Because I’d predicted true, it’s what I’ve always said And now he’ll never see tomorrow The coroner will take a knife, and peel away his skin I’ll be sweating like I’m in a sauna Before he leaves he’ll write one line Underlined with chalk, the word says “marijuana”. |