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didn't the days
I don't remember joy
when I was a boy
but didn't the days run on
they trashed him as a baby
the crazies
alcoholic mother demeaning father,
a sadistic brother embedded
needles in his feet
when the family finished whupping him
the world whipped him too
and wasn't Mother Nature unkind
in public and private ways
pain ago-go
I don't remember joy
when I was a boy
but didn't the days run on
the the then the last years
Darrell started to stutter
didn't didn't the days run
as a clever man
as smart a soul
as any I've known
except to take care of himself
ah but that's not a poem
that's just a moan
and didn't the days run
everywhere in my house
there are things Dee did
often wonky yeah
and things he give
gave
so much I always miss a bunch
didn't the days run
didn't the days run
didn't the days run on
so many people Darrell touched
he touched quite deeply
I remember
after his last haul back from the coast
Darrell raving
waving a giant umbrella
in the storming park
yelling at the sky
begging to die
I don't remember joy
when I was a boy
but didn't the days run on
later he complained
"my social worker
doesn't understand
the difference
between wanting to die
and suicide"
I don't remember joy
when I was a boy
but didn't the days
didn't the days
now he's gone
and I've tears for a friend
ah but didn't the days run
run run
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