A Friend's Son
A Friend's Son
Written: By Tom Wright
2001
Among visions I sit,
drowning in tears, for a son.
Reading foretelling signs, that now
are more apparent beyond his demise.
His life, cut short by drugs, has left pain,
and bitter memories of death by misadventure.
Oh, that his days and circumstances could be retracted,
that once again he be counted among the living.
But then, there are no chances beyond death
for rectifying unwise decisions. Therefore,
the most to be hoped for, and the least
one should expect, would be that
those remaining learn from this;
that they too might not become
entangled in the same snare.
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