He leaves her house
Saying goodnight at
the door
And heads homeward
Like so many times
before
She has another drink?
Or snorts another
line?
No need for a cab
She thinks she’ll be
fine
On his lips is the
taste
Of his loves last kiss
As he peddles ever
onward
Towards the abyss
She drives like a
demon
Without any care
Racing over the bridge
Not seeing him there
There is only one
winner
When the two come
together
Only one outcome
A young man lost
forever
In the laws eyes he
died a boy
Three days short of
being a man
But a very mature boy
A young man with a plan
His life had a purpose
Plans and dreams to be
achieved
But his dreams died
with him
And they too should be
grieved
Too young, too young
To leave dreams
unfulfilled
Too soon, too soon
For a young man to be
killed
For Joel Semmens October 16th 1992 – October 13th 2010
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