Kurt Newton

The Summer We Died


The summer we died,
we ignored the warnings,
we didn't go to work,
we spent all our money on drugs and alcohol.

The summer we died,
we threw great parties,
we drank till the sun came up,
we passed out and woke up with strangers.

The summer we died,
we let our children run free,
we let loose our animals,
we lost our phones and unplugged our television sets.

The summer we died,
we didn't have time
to do all the things we wanted,
we did what we could, we made peace, we moved on.

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