Member Poem

Looking back, it seemed you almost
had so chance at all,
tried so hard but always seemed
to fall back on it all.
Full of dreams and great ideas
a genius standing tall
But fear of failure or of living
kept you from it all.

Looking back, I can't see clearly
my memories of you.
but certain things still remind me
of happy times with you;
rock and roll and mona Lisa,
the pictures that you drew.
Now I am here, sad for all
the years without you.

Too late,
now you're gone
but your name will always
linger....
too late,
now you're gone
but your name will always
linger on.