ON STREETS OF COMING PAIN

I cannot sleep for worry

Friends of mine on path of self distruction

Burden me with thought of coming tragedy

Maybe I am wrong, maybe it’s better that

Their short lives be textured by danger,

The law, drugs and the street

We cannot all be sensible

Not all of us are healthy

But watching them does hurt me

Because they are my friends

Some of them are talented

All of them are facinating

And the night is strangly blue as I ponder

which will be the first to die

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