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At the End of a Needle

by Tony Whitaker

At the end of a nee-dle
you saw the stars
turn to win-dows
opening up
black velvet skies

There you see
the shad-dows
of all those
who said goodbye

At the end of a nee-dle
you saw the world
of golden roads

Playing drums
the snare whis-pers
it won’t be long
your final song

As you took
from the mixture
I looked
in the pic-ture
I saw the rea-per
You simply sat
gave a grin

You asked for your tic-ket
Let’s go…
to the show

At the end of a nee-dle
you find a man
a gun in his hand

Tumblin' the cham-bers
as he bets
and plays roulette

That's where
they found him

At the end of a nee-dle
my best friend
a spoon in his hand


Author's Note: An allegorical song about losing my best friend. Although, for him, it was diabetes and the gun was food and fast living. I miss you Brad! Rest well and may you be having those long talks with your father. Beth says "Hello".

Posted on 09/15/2007
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 09/15/07 at 11:32 PM

Wow. I thought it was for an addict and a drug deal gone sour. Very sobering way to remove the sweet from too much sugar. Great job.

Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/16/07 at 02:26 AM

Hi Tony, It's a beautiful tribute for your friend. Great write. So, sorry for your loss. It's hard when you lose a friend, I've been through it too. Lots of Hugs.

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