One night as I thought of a childhood friend,
I thought I would old Google a try,
to see if his name would give me answers,
what came up caused me to heave a big sigh.
It seems that he had his picture taken,
for all of the world to see his sad face,
I never thought I would find him there,
of the child I knew there wasn't a trace.
Anger filled his once beautiful eyes,
I remember they held such love for life,
bluer than heaven; dancing and smiling,
now smoldering of resentment and strife.
Recalling his once mild disposition,
such sweetness in his mischievous grin,
while playing pranks on all of the others,
how his soul must have suffered even then.
Now I remember the times he was down,
sadness darkened his beautiful aura,
he might well have had a rough go at home,
by the way he exhibited sorrow.
We all had our crosses to bear back then,
secrets we held deep down in our spirit,
reaching out to our friends in silent ways,
eyes would see, but our ears could not hear it.
Mugshot's picture does not do him justice,
as he is not smiling the way he once did,
as now he is serving time in prison,
no longer that blue eyed innocent kid.
What could have happened to this fine boy,
which slippery slope led him so astray?
Yet it's not too late for him to find Christ,
for his soul I continually pray.
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