Here's a short poem I wrote for a friend who died when we went camping

On the hill, we set our grill

We already paid the bills for the kill

So now we were about to chill

You even had your own lil brother Will

Will came along and stood still while you took the pills

I told you to stop

But you already had a drop of what you popped

We had to crop out that of our memories

while we cleaned the floor with a mop

It was midnight and we set camp

Stacy even had cramps but she was calm

Tap tap tap... Wake up champ!!

Once, twice, three times

You still slept calm

By dawn, we found out you were gone

You were done with this world

To meet the creator, the real Don

I still miss you Paul

Even when I know you're not there

I still call

Maybe one day you would pick up the call

Cause it's lonely standing alone in the hall

I hope you all liked it.

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