He was the light of our lives.
Very popular in school.
Handled things with grace and humor.
He had a wisdom that was intimidating.
He had the looks of a model and the personality
of a Saturday Night Live character.
Early that morning he left a party and drove
his Plymouth to wooded area.
Then he took a 12 gauge shotgun.
Placed the barrel under his chin and
squeesed the trigger.
He wondered if he killed himself, who would care
then he broke down in tears.
He walked into a pawnshop nearby his home and
purchased the instrument of his death.
