When I logged onto facebook this morning, an old friend had sent me this. He wrote it on his phone so it may have a couple of typos.
Some say you were a troubled youth,
then a troubled man.
The darkness that you've travelled through,
none of us can understand.
But as we read your inner thoughts,
your limericks put to page.
We realize how much you've fought
and the mileage of your age.
A fight that most would never want
and more could never handle.
But your a beacon in the night.
A flame from lifes own candle.
From city streets and winos;
to ladies of the night.
You make us see our own defeat;
of when we've not done right.
So as you pass another sign
on this street thats much to true.
As one voice from your distant past;
a birthday wish to you.
I hope your climb is eased and any wants are met.
When your reach your destiny you've let go of your regrets.
////// Happy Birthday Brother. Whether you realize it or not you are an inspiration.
