It doesn’t matter how it happened.

Taking chances for other lives while enjoying the freedom and adventurous life.

I must have slipped into deep sleep but

I remember looking into the gun’s barrel,

heard those deafening booms and felt  those terrible jolts in me.

Oohhh,

that burning shock painfully creeping into my system.

Felt like my body was turned inside-out.

So the last thing I saw was the fear in my peoples eyes.

Then I heard people screaming and sirens blaring.

Suddenly I awaken…

It was very quiet… tomb-like silence.

That deafening silent sound.

Seen the doctors standing over me,

my body was mangled and saturated with blood,

strange I couldn’t feel anything.

So the last thing I heard was the monitor’s last beep to an eerie tuneless silent death.

Hey, don’t pull that sheet over my head!

NO! I can’t be dead!

I’ve got parties to attend!

I’ve got kids to tend!

NO! I can’t be dead!

Noooo……

The funeral was quite an experience.

Thousands of my friends and relatives walked towards my casket.

As they passed by me,

one by one,

they looked at me with their saddest eyes I have ever seen.

Most of my buddies were crying too.

A quite few girls, young and old, touched my hand and walked away uncontrollably.

Please somebody… wake me up and get me out of here!

I can’t bear my friends and relatives all so broken up!

Well…

like the smoke from the fire going up and away lost into the sky,

its time for me to go.

Now that my spirit is calm and free as the red hawk took me to the Great One Above.

Still I remain deep inside your soul.

Please don’t be sad!

Smile gawd-dammit!

Ride on and party for me!

Just for me!

Goodbye…

goodbye…

till we see each other again!!!

Written” May 5th, 1993 in Memory of Paul Robert Klein

Born: November 3, 1952

Died: April 18th, 1993.