For Donnie:
"I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friend’s floors, was happy, was miserable."
Ben Okri
LOST AND FOUND
He was a sensitive kid
Goodness followed all he did
He embraced those others rejected
Human evil, he wasn't infected
Come later, the mind altering pain
Drugs and alcohol made him never the same
All his creativity lost
He just made excuses for why he was aloft
His ship sailed the sea
Set adrift from reality
Drugs and alcohol sealed the fact
This lost soul would never come back
Now he is right next to our Lord
This fair haired boy we all adored
He tells me it's peaceful out there
No addictions to be found anywhere
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