My Best Friend
we were suppose to hang out after work that night.
I was at work when the news came in. It was about 600 P.M.
when they said your best friend got into an accident.
I said what are you talking about? They told me to turn on channel 6.
when I did it all sunk in my best friend,
Had been riding on his wheeler like he always did.
This time it did him in,
He hit the soft shoulder and hit a tree.
He was pronounced dead on the scene.
My best friend of 21, was only a year older then me.
I asked myself how could this be,
Why would God take him from me?
When I arrived home that evening
the room was filled with silence
You could cut it with a knife.
To see the expression on everyone's faces was so hard to comprehend.
A few days passed by and I was sitting by myself in my room.
Listening to the radio, all I heard about was how my best friend was now dead.
remember at that point how much I really missed him.
Beau you are still my best friend.
Copyright © Cory Long | Year Posted 2011
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