On the hill

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. Remember, keep reading and enjoying my articles good people. Like, leave comments and subscribe... You won't regret having me here