My Best Bud Joe

I sit and think what could have been a life with Joey, my best friend. The many things we could have shared, The special way he showed he cared. At age fourteen he stood six foot five Was big and strong and so alive. Why wasn’t I there that fateful day To try and save his life some way? I had no way to say goodbye, Why did he go, why did he die? At first I blamed my God for this, For taking him, the life he’ll miss. But since I’ve come to understand, It wasn’t God but the fault of man. The careless company that took him away, Should be made to suffer, made to pay. I’m still so mad it hurts inside, I miss him so, I feel deprived! It’s so unfair he died so young Not knowing what he could become. Now he’s gone and I’ll never know How life could be with my “Best Bud Joe”.