This was the first year I didn’tcontact a lovely friend of
mine. Really sad. He had his birthday two days ago I have known him since he
was eight. He will now be about 35. I don’t think there is a day goes by when I
don’t think of him. But sadly he is lost in another world. I’m sure his day
would have been spent with lavish surroundings best Champagne and gold.
Laughter for sure, but real laughter? I know not. Drowning in sorrow with
pickled thoughts. Such a wonderful little boy and young man he was. Sadly, now
a different lifestyle. I hurt when I think of him. What he could have been. His
true friends. A lady who really loved him. I think, I have had a lucky escape
with my Son. He too was going down that track of a falling false future, full
of plastic promises painful punches metaphorically speaking and deep and
forever depression. I just wish I could have helped this young man. He would
say I’m sure he is fine, but all who know him see differently. If you can reach
out to someone, as long as you are prepared to face hatred to save someone. You
will need to develop a tough skin then you will be a hero.
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