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David Scott
Contributed by
Jilli_bean
on
Monday, 12th May 2003 @ 04:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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He was a good boy
went to church
made good friends
held good company
he was clean cut
and drug-free
something you didn't see everyday
he wasn't hopeless
he had dreams
big dreams
then he grew
he became a good teenage boy
went to church still
had decent friends
became a bit disorganized
he was the rock for all his friends
but his spirits were high
still clean-cut
and still didn't drink
he was still on the right path
but his dreams grew weak
his aspirations fell short
then he became a young man barely 18
he didnt have time for church
although he still believed
his friends: junkies and alcoholics
he tried to organize all their messed up lifes
he the messiest of them all
mind trampled and confused
with his great hair cut
he became his father
something he swore he would never be
the path he began on
took a turn
couldn't contemplate anything anymore
all because of his now best friend Mr. THC
and his baby girl Francis Bean
he loved her so much
but feared the cycle would continue
and she would become another bum on the street...
just like him , and his father before him.
So he ran
and left
...he was now an older man of 34
16 years ago it was
since he left his one and only joy
he found time to go to church
although the guilt consumed him
his friends all dead
he had survived
went to rehab ...and got better
and left with one regret...
that his friends never had
he had always been in control
no matter how high he got
it was never strong enough
or didnt last long enough
his problems only got deeper
and harder to deal with
everynight he pictured his little girl
running into the arms of a false daddy
his hair was now not that great
...but he owed it to her
he went back ...
She was all teary...
every tear that dropped from her precious face...
felt like a knife in his back
she held a baby within her arms
his name was david scott
he apoligized
She stood tall at 17
she was alone for the longest time
...but he was better
and he was there now
...she had messed up
and all he could do was
cry
cry for the first time... it didnt help
but he wasnt that strong anymore
and it needed to be done
he had now become a wise grandfather
made good friends
held good company
he was clean cut
and drug-free
something you didn't see everyday
he wasn't hopeless anymore
it wasnt too late
his dreams had been re-opened
and so his eyes
To a cruel world...except for the pure baby boy in his daughters arms
that wouldnt repeat the cycle
Copyright ©
Jilli_bean
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2003-05-12 04:05:00]
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Re: David Scott
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by Ilhar on
Monday, 12th May 2003 @ 05:54:23 AM AEST
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enlightening very good write
Shari |
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Re: David Scott
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by kangarose on
Monday, 12th May 2003 @ 07:10:05 AM AEST
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| lovely poem and well chosen words was a little bit scared when i first read the title of what this poem might be about cause my seconds sons name is also David Scott well done |
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Re: David Scott
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by stargazer on
Monday, 1st September 2003 @ 06:12:29 PM AEST
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| Its never too late to turn your life around when you believe and have faith that you can do it but the truth of the matter is Jill... you can't do it unless you have someone behind you, to catch you when you fall. This poem was amazing... how did I miss it? //amy// |
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