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
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