Ronnie Jackson

In a bed not far away His mind is gone but body lay Slow, but quick He leaves today A handsome man Just barely gray Many sad But few will weep The kind of soul We couldn’t keep Common knowledge Bitter sweet It’s time to lay Him down to sleep He was born Into a time Parents young Beer and wine Witnessing Them blur the line He caught Hell Every time The apple fell But ceased to roll A little man Boyhood, stole They helped him pack He hit the road With no direction Or place to go Soon, white powder Lines of gold A young boy Becoming old He couldn’t change Refused to try Many talked Sister cried Years passed But not enough The life of the party Is looking rough Too tired to fight Too stubborn to try No time, polite To say goodbye