Life is a funny thing, I often compare it to a crooked hilly highway which always takes you for a ride. Life’s turns, hills, and low places aren’t always as expected, but the sites, experiences, people, and memories are irreplaceable!
Danny Roy was a friend of mine
about four years older I looked up to him
at times he could be mean, the devil out shine
out of no where hit me, but he was still my friend
some people called him DR for short
some called him Danny Boy which he didn’t like
I was small for my age so in trouble DR I’d resort
some memories in life stick, Danny Roy I’ll remember.
I followed Danny Roy everywhere
maybe a shadow he didn’t want, but I was there
he was a short guy, but very strong
he was seventeen, me thirteen
mom and dad trusted me with DR better than being alone
if they’d only known or worse seen
things Danny Roy let me do, drink, smoke, and chew
wasn’t coca-cola, grapevines, or bubble-gum ..me and Danny Roy!
One memory was a ’63’ Chevrolet
two speed power-glide automatic transmission
Danny Roy thought the best, I didn’t see it that way
but it was a car, way to travel better than sittin’
I learned a lot with DR not all good
Danny Roy once knew the Lord
now the Lord in the rear view, got away with what we could
Danny Roy like me poor, yet his memories long afford.
Danny Roy moved to another state
work with his dad and brother after a few years
I sure missed Danny Roy, a friend of mine stay
memories with him re-live, yes at times even tears
I remember times DR and me laughing and even singing
tune, we neither one could, but we enjoyed
few years later, heard Danny Roy murdered
his face, smile, and eyes still see, a friend of mine ..Danny Roy!
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