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I knew a man
Amiable, sensitive
Always had a beer in his hand
Loved the Oakland Raiders.
Friends with the band
And though I was much younger,
Didn't give a damn
He never dismissed me
Or looked past me,
He was a good guy.
He had migraines he couldn't
Ever get rid of, though
I didn't know it
I suppose he had a tough time
Trying not to show it
Popped Excedrin like candy
Trying to cope.
He died of cancer in his thirties
I dunno, maybe early forties
What should have been the prime of his life,
We watched him shrink and die.
I never had a real chance to say goodbye.

I knew of a woman
The grandmother of a friend
We were in one of those places
They don't care about you.
She was part of one of those families
They seem to forget about you.
Put her in a home,
So she could be taken care of
She was so scared, but they
Told her they would be there
Then they were gone.
That kind of home is not a home
She died alone,
Complications with her diabetes.
The staff on hand so seldom checked in
They could have saved her,
She must have been so scared.
I just hope she blacked out.
I just hope she wasn't scared.

Believers say,
"It's all part of God's plan."
"The Lord has a place for us all."
What a joke.