• A Letter to My Dear Friend.

    Dear Friend, Where might you be in twenty years?
    Maybe upon your earthly bed of death?
    For you, I’ll not cry a thousand tears,
    Knowing that you died beside your “killer” meth.
    Using the drugs you did so use,
    You made your son look like a tool.
    You used the drugs for your friends to muse,
    I thought you were the biggest fool.
    When we were in love,
    We to each other thought so keenly.
    Not lovey like a dove,
    We to each other acted so meanly.
    We treated each other so merely,
    We loved each other so dearly.


    A Shakespearean-Style Sonnet
    Written By: Anthony Tippett

    Copywrite 2004 - Anthony Tippett