Edward
Why did you have to leave so soon,
You were my best friend.
Some nights we would howl at the moon,
On a drinking weekend.
We would camp,
We would hunt,
No matter how damp,
We were so defiant.
So much fun,
In such a short time,
Though we met,
Before I could climb.
Growing up with you,
Best thing anyone could do.
We would have our fights,
Then decide who was right,
But this didn’t really matter.
You were an anchor,
That no one could shatter.
Then the drinking,
Took control of you.
You were not thinking,
Of the things you do.
It was all that you wanted,
No food for you.
Now I dream of you often,
Last night,
We were making coffins.
You drove the tractor,
I used an axe.
I was the chopper,
So you could relax.
Your body had gotten so frail,
Instead of your temple,
It was your jail.
Then came the day,
You just gave up,
No more play,
No more roundup.
It was your last day,
With those you loved,
What can I say,
You are now above.
My friend, my cousin, Edward.
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