MY FOOL

September 19, 2008
By Kimber Lane, Basehor, KS

You say it’s nothing,
But I say you’re wrong.
You say don’t judge,
But I must stay strong.

Sure I don’t know you,
I haven’t seen you in years,
But I’ll still speak my mind,
Though you’ll never hear.

I hate that my friend,
So close and so cool,
Could end up a pothead,
Without a future; a fool.

We were so young,
Those long years ago.
We played like children,
How could I know?

Who would have guessed
That my childhood friend,
Would be like all them,
Just a fool in the end.


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