17 Life Without Pain

by MAPLE GROVE   Nov 29, 2004


At 17 an entire life ahead,
75 into the light-pole they said,
Some messed up wiring in his head,
left him on the roadside dead.

He could have had a wonderful life,
Made some girl a very ecstatic wife,
He did it to himself on a cool fall Night,
Battling depression; he couldn't win the fight.

He should have looked to the future for help,
This wouldn't have been his last hand dealt.

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