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Kelby Rice Poem
Into the midnight cold he rides;
a chance travel, on the wild side;
this is the vision, that always repeats,
whenever I think about that curvy Rockford Street.
Alone he travels on his way home,
until a mystery sends him flying into the air,
and has him crashing into the ground far from the road.
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet?
In pain he lays all alone,
until two-friends rush to his aid,
and frantically made emergency calls from his phone;
paramedics arrive and relieve his friends,
as his journey into the unknown slowly begins.
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet?
Now in a hospital lying on a bed,
with nothing but sheer pain streaking through his head,
mom rushes into the hospital with one of her sons by her side,
the other son was in Iraq unaware awaiting R&R and waiting on his airplane ride;
a devastated mother and a saddened brother both watched as the youngest sighed,
eyes watery with tears as they watched him slip into the cold night.
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet?
I received the terrible news while I was in Ballad waiting for a good plane,
instead I was rushed to an awful flight and my heart felt immense pain;
I begged and I pleaded with God,
Please O’ please let this plane crash and let everyone but me live,
I love my youngest brother take me O’ Lord, take me instead;
he is too young God; he hasn't truly experienced life,
my goodness he was only twenty-eight and never had his own family, nope not even a wife;
by the time I made it to Rockford it was too late,
my youngest brother was forever gone as a chance travel sealed his fate;
tears in my eyes the pain still burns deep I must admit,
with only one question in my mind;
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet?
Copyright © Kelby Rice | Year Posted 2013
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Kelby Rice Poem
He gave up his fatherly rights, each and every night;
Unbelievable evil he did by raising his evil hand,
delivering painful blows from each of his kid's waist down to their toes;
Growing up without a dad, for years made me bitter-insanely mad,
but I must thank my mom for escaping such evil scum;
Thrity-four-years-old now here I am,
no longer a scared little boy, now I am a fearless man.
Copyright © Kelby Rice | Year Posted 2013
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Kelby Rice Poem
Here I sit in this room,
chairs, tables, and people are that looms;
There are a few screens on the wall,
students and soldiers marching down the hall;
With all this present and is clear to see,
my thoughts and emotions are whats truly surrounding me;
Thoughts of a man with scattered hands,
positive and motivated with no laid out plans;
Confused yet positive still he stands,
with no mirrors around it becomes clear to me...
That man in my thoughts are of me.
Copyright © Kelby Rice | Year Posted 2013
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