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2009/11/19

We watched them

doing their tricks and jumps.

Up the ramp,

complete swivels,

down the ramp.

They looked liked children.

One was missing,

taken in the night.

Anguish.

No healing for his mother.

Infinite loss and pain.

I had judged him.

He was only a child.

I spoke poorly of him.

I didn’t know the young man he would become.

Then he was gone.

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2 Responses to “BMX”

  1. Unc Says:

    The young die too young
    Better he should take the old
    Most of us would trade

  2. Julie Says:

    That’s for sure. I hate for someone young to pass on.


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