Ode To A Friend

Sometimes in life you meet people very much like yourself or people with similar experiances. This poem was inspired by one of those such people a freind who's no longer with us. R.I.P Baz Jacklin

Wake up to the grind no feeling to find,Search for a cause no time to pause.
You struggle in vain they don't see your pain, yet you still hide your shame.
Your daily verse it's getting worse, wont be long before your laid in a hearse.
You try make things plain, why struggle? Just to remain...
Cant see an end, not willing to pretend.
Rest well my bro from here you go, to where i don't know.
Your struggle is over, found your four-leaf clover.
So when I'm frustrated, feel my life's being grated..
I'll think to the bus and the fuss we created!
We all met did some phet, rolled and got high to make work time fly.
At the end of the day said easy man, hey.
Baz was a lad, honorable mate that's whats sad.
He never was bad or fucked people over
So i guess he deserves his four-leaf clover...
Took the wrong path, you do the math.



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Inspiration for poetry can come from absolutely anywhere or from any past or anticipated life experience desire ambition love lust hate doubt even negative feelings and emotions are responsible for outburts of creativity in the meekest of personalities