My Friend Daniel.
I once had a friend
His name was Daniel
He was an alcoholic.
Dani lived by his wits
He smiled and tricked everyone
Until he got his desire, a drink.
Dan never sought employment
Nor cared to do so either
He just sponged off everyone he knew.
Dani always said he wanted his lil place
A home of his own
Because he was homeless.
But never sought to get one
But chose to sleep wherever night caught him
Until he died without his lil place.
Derryck S. Griffith.