Treasure Island

KATHRYN CHOATE


A Man


Let me tell you bout a man of long ago
If you know me, his name you'll know

He was rough and tough, a mean sons a buck
If you walked away unscathed, it was by pure luck

As a kid, like others, he grew up in the streets
Even then he wasn't the type you wanted to meet

He spent most of his life running from the law
Unfortunate for them, they couldn't put him on the wall

The police hated him and wanted him dead
One day it happened, they shot him in the head

Now he lies in the cold hard ground
I know his boys wish he were still around

I only hope his soul finally found peace
Meet you on the other side my brother
What a joy that will be.....I LOVE YOU

Submitted: Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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Kathy Choate

IN MEMORY OF
ROSCOE LEE CHOATE JR.
1951-1977

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