MY FRIEND "FOOTS'"

You bet your money,
Yet looked so funny,
When your horse came in shy.
He sprang from the gate,
But showed up late,
And now you want to cry.
You played your game,
The tune the same,
One day the piper will be paid.
The lines you draw,
Sniffing up your haul,
Chasing dreams you never made.
One day you'll find,
You ruined your mind,
All you wanted was to be free.
The hearts you broke,
In words you spoke,
With no one you could agree.
Things put in the vein,
Has ruined your brain,
As blood drips from the moon.
The careless days,
That fed your craze,
A life ends much too soon.
The dream of thrills,
Bring passions that kill,
Lying still in the dark of night.
A spoon on the floor,
A syringe you adore,
Making love to, as all turns white.
A life so wasted,
No true love tasted,
No children to bare your name.
Who do we blame,
Whatever became,
Of the druggie without a flame.
Life slipped away.
One cold dreary day.
Love instruments in your hand.
No mother love,
No lover's hug,
You will never become a man.
The headstone's small,
No different at all,
From others lying next to you.
The stillness creeps,
As alone you sleep,
Such a shame, you were just twenty-two.
~ ~ Jay Cee ~ ~
© May 2000

Note:
Written for my young friend,
Jeff "Foots" King, who died
of an overdose of Heroin,
at age twenty-two, in 1973.
INDEX
Section I
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