Seen as a southern teen living for the moment,
no one expected that a close friend slept in a tent.
Taking his life for granted and living his life for the danger,
always waved and said hello to all and any strangers.
Fighting for a cause and standing up tall,
he would rush to aid any body who had called.
A young boy grew into a teen and next an adult,
friends and family thought it was all his fault.
Made it into the city and found himself a job,
the career was awesome but had a mean manager named Bob.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem