When your not on the run,
your face bright as the sun.
Kicking back drinking wine,
wished to stay for one more day.
Yes, all the time to eternity.
Real hours slip away.
Can't be pulled back to get
a second chance to play.
Enjoy the feeling of having fun.
Before it's stops and done.
Before you know, he's gone away.
And fades into the distant past.
Here now, gone tomorrow
leaves the living people emptiness and sorrow.
Can you see your true friends
who's with you to the end.
Have a drink to the past.
A memory is only a thought.
But it is all you got to live on.
Please high sky rider, pick me up for a ride.
Through the clouds, past the stars.
Nowhere you could bring me is too far!

The poem above is written by Panama Red. He wrote this poem to be read at his brother Rob's funeral services. Panama's brother died with his girlfriend, Vicky, in a motorcycle accident.
Rob was 18 and Vicky was 16.

Well all miss you both!