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When he was young he chose a life.
A life that was filled with doom and strife.
He moved around far and wide.
And chose a life on the other side.
He danced and played from dusk till dawn.
His drugs of choice made him a pawn.
He fought , he robbed, he stole , he lied .
To keep his life on the other side.
The days grew short and so did time .
For this dancing fool son of mine.
No mother , father , child or bride.
For the likes of him on the other side.
Body thinned wracked with pain .
My boy has come home again.
Frail and beaten with no pride.
Mom take me back to the other side.
Time and love put the roses back.
In cheeks now full, no longer slack.
I look at him and beam with pride.
At his accomplishments on this ,"other side".
By P. Allin
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