The Devil Gets His Prize Poem by Darren Crozier

In late 2002 I was working for a man named Larry De-Corfield, we became close and as an older man I learnt much from his teachings about life.
There were not many people who could say they were close to him as the man had so many walls but Mike Osborneand myself really got to know him...
Larry had a lot of pain inside him and a lot of demons too. He lost his children in a bitter divorce and as his wife left him, the drink slowly took him...
Larry always had the strangest laugh, even to this day we all remember it with fondness as that long drawn out laugh became somewhat his trademark.
The only problem was that under that laugh lay a man in pure termoil,
none of us saw it coming and we were all shocked to find out he took an overdose!
His mother who was 91 at the time went to see him in the hospital, the rest of us lay in wait, to find out the results...
We were told that he was going to pull through, and a couple of days later he was sat up in the hospital bed smiling, and saying how sorry he was, and how happy he was to be alive...
The next day he died...
I think his body just gave up, the death of larry still hurts us all to this day, and he will never be forgotton.
I wrote this poem in tribute to the friend I lost, and to the pain he must have gone through.....R.I.P my old friend... we miss you x