John Wayne Brown 2 Poem by Randy Johnson

John Wayne Brown 2



Just one month ago, you were walking around.
But now you're dead and buried in the ground.
So much can change in just the blink of an eye.
You went too soon, forty-eight was too young to die.
Forty years ago in 1979, we became friends.
I wish that your life hadn't come to an end.
On the 3rd day of June, you took your final breath.
You overdosed on drugs and it caused your death.
Because you were a drug user, you didn't survive.
Drugs eventually kill, that's why you're no longer alive.

John Wayne Brown 2
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,dedication,drugs,friend,friendship
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Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019)who died on June 3,2019.
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