Hes not doing fine
He was disabled, he didn't know how to walk.
Everywhere that he went, people laughed, there was too much talk.
He didn't care what people thought of him cause deep down, he knew he was good.
The people who admired him most was the ones from the hood.
He lost his wife and kid due to a drunk driver.
The mob was mixed in this whole thing, but nobody knew, except his best friend who set out to become the big time briber.
Now he wants to get after the guy who made him parayzed.
To many dreams of what happend that night made him delusional, over and over he in his mind he fantasized.
He then found the drunk driver but he was already dead.
There was a note on the body, and paid in due, is what it said.
He found out his best friend was the one who killed that guy and now he's paying his time for that crime.
So he sat there and cried, he felt relieved the drunk driver is now gone, but to know his best friend is doing the time, he felt worse, he's really not doing so fine.
This poem was collaborated with my mom terrylin49 and me.
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