The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The postmans final mail
One long life of tragedy
Full of Broken promises
And a broken family
In life you had choices

You lived the American dream
Which became a nightmare
I told you of the life I'd seen
You wished you had been there

Loss became an unwanted friend
It ate you up inside
But now it's come to an end
You no longer have to hide

You always wore a postmans coat
The best deal ever, you said
It cost you a £5 note
It was very, very red

You wore it down too rehab
Drinking cider on the way
I'll miss those talks we had
At lunchtime in subway

We talked about crazy girls
The yanks were always nuts
We swapped our crazy tails
About those crazy sluts

I offered you all I had
I saw goodness in your heart
I know you'd be a good dad
Life still gave you a part

Drugs & alcohol, just 1 last time
A life you broke free of
And even though you said ‘I'm fine'
You were the butterfly that was a moth

The battle you may have won
But the war was never over
And when that day you didn't come
I knew I'd lost another

Found by your partner
5 months pregnant
Now without a father
Her life now stagnant

Whatever happened on that day?
We will never know
Drugs and booze took you away
The curtains closed upon your show.






~~ For my friend, David Evans who past away this weekend 12th July in circumstances 'uncertain', He was a good man who couldn't beat the foe known as addiction, and so sadly i lose another friend to drink and drugs. He was born in England but moved to California when he was young with his family, sadly he fell into trouble with the law and was subject to the '3 strikes' and your out' system they have out there, he was deported back to England in 1998, leaving behind his family, frieds and cultural home. His anger towards America was always there, and there was once a time in my life when i shared his frustrations, especially around the subjct of loss, but as where i moved on he became a slave to the demons of loss and regret and drank and did drugs to escape the feelings of these torrid emotions. He leaves behind a girlfriend 5 months pregnant. He now completes his 12 step programe and goes onto the 13th step, may peace be with you my friend .. ~~



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