A new member of my home group paid the ultimate price earlier this year. Like so many of us this person was a decent human being with values and attributes that weren't visible to the naked eye, nor to the closed, prejudiced, and opinionated mind. Unfortunately the place that I got to really know this person was at their funeral, where I also got to meet their family. I still fall short, but am trying harder to welcome the newcomer, while remembering that there is no...Just another addict. So I wrote this after his funeral, I believe it to be true.

JUST ANOTHER ADDICT

Just another addict,
that was what I thought.
Just another addict,
wreckage that you've wrought.

Just another addict,
who wandered in to sit.
Just another addict,
I didn't give a s**t.

We're all another addict,
with many things the same.
We're all another addict,
dying from the shame.

Just another addict,
isn't with us anymore.
Just another addict,
wandered though deaths door.

If another addict,
reaches out to you.
Here's a little thought,
on what you ought to do.

Give of yourself freely,
spend some time with them.
They might save your life someday,
or just become your friend.

In Memory Of Brian J
07/18/76-03/25/08