Poem: Grass to grow.....
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Grass still isn't growing on the ground where you left the world behind.
There is a cross that reads
your name there instead you will find.
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Fresh flowers flowing seem to appear everyday. But as time passes, they too wither and blow away.
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I am reminded of you so often when I drive by the old high school.
And how we use to think that drinking and driving was so very cool.
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Now only tears stream down my face
when I drive by the area where your wreck took
place.
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Such a good friend you were to everyone, the
highlight of the party, you were always so much fun.
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As the years go by I still picture you drinking a
beer with a huge ol' grin, for a dry keg was your
only fear back then.
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Too bad that guy had been drinking when he decided
to pass you in your car. The newspaper read that
they have witnesses that he had been drunk hours
before leaving the bar.
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It's a shame to think that something you use to
love so well, was the cause of your death and the
creator of your parents living hell.
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But grass still isn't growing on the ground where
you left the world behind a few years ago.
So, today, I will plant some grass seed on the roadside next to you, hoping that the color of green will take away my feelings of blue.
Written by:
Melody
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