A poem wrote for my friend who died tonight aaron greaves miss u bud peace.
tonight at nine on my ex,s phone a voice called out a tone,
Aaron has died he lives no more the angel of darkness knocked on his door,
I’ve known Aaron for about seventeen year never a bad word said in all the time I’ve known my mate not a bad thought has passed through my head,
not a nicer lad could you meet he,s thoughtful and kind and he,s unique.
he,s left his girls to take on the grief the hurt the sadness the disbelief.
why do the good guys get taken away i hope we meet again someday you were a good friend in good times and bad you never took advantage like some so called friends had,so i say farewell i hope heavens nice and i hope this makes others think twice,as no one lives forever we each have a time when one moment we reach the end of the line sleep tight put put respect goes to you for all the time I’ve known that your friendship was true peace
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