Three young men leave the bar laughing
A forth sits alone on the curb
A six pack of beer is beside him
One man acts as though he will steal it
Always playing the clown for his pals
He puts it right back on the ground
The man on the curb isn't smiling
He jumps up and pulls out one beer
Three men walk away laughing harder
The forth man is missing the joke
He runs from behind with the bottle
Hitting the unfunny clown
A head hits the ground with such fury
That a brain smashes into a skull
A young man doesn't ever wake up
His mother will watch as he dies
Then she'll bury her beautiful son
All because one man had a temper
And no sense of humor at all
July 9th,08
I really like the way you wrote this...lulled the reader into a false sense of security, then hit them with the last goodbye...great work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am always excited to see new work from you and as always, I'm not dissapointed! A moving, sadly beautiful poem. You're the best!