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For Red Ribbon Week, we all had to write a poem about being drug free. So, I thought, what should I write about? Well, I came up with this little poem. It's not all that great, but it's what I wrote, and yes, I know it's a bit corny...
On the thirtieth of November, two thousand and one
I cried as I heard the news
Of the death of my idol,
Who had lost the battle he said he would not lose.
I stared at my poster with him and his guitar
And by the light of the moon's beam
I saw him standing there with his buddies: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and Ringo Starr
And later that night he came in a dream.
George and I traveled to a scene
Where he coughed up
His first cigarette, and
It was anything but serene.
A few years later he was offered some pot
And George thought, and decided
He would take a shot,
And he kept on laughing until the fun subsided.
A few years into the future
He was given LSD
It sent him on a trip that
"Scared everything I had out of me."
"I wanted to quit by the time I got older,
But that road was harder, and colder
Than the beginning
And this all was damaging my singing.
Then finally I gave that habit a kick,
I started writing more and more songs
And continued strumming more chords with my guitar pick."
And it was just a few years ago
When they discovered his tumor
But George was hopeful and
Tried to keep his good sense of humor.
Now George is gone,
But his legend still lives on,
And the last thing he says to me
Are his deepest wishes for his posterity:
"Don't smoke cigarettes,
And make good choices
And no regrets,
And once you do this I'm sure you will be
Cheerful and happy
Because you are drug free!"
Do not reproduce this in any form or way without the author's permission. This is my original work, and may not be taken in any way from me. Thank you.