Beautiful Kid by Aaron Michaelthe geese are flying south for your funeral.
they leave winter in their wake,
just like you.
the room dropped a few degrees when you passed,
just like my insides when
i found out why it was colder.
to many you're another statistic.
to few...too few...you're a tragedy.
to us....a beautiful kid,
who was dealt the perfect hand,
but left his cards on the table
and went home.
god's hands are clumsy.
i have no other words, but...
i have no words.
07/10/2006 Author's Note: R.I.P. Nate. i love you, brother.
Posted on 07/10/2006 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
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