"Ever Famous, John Doe"

I'm not this man's brother or his son

So I really have nothing to say


He may have not been loved at all

Who knows?


No gravestone

No obituary

No flowers or cards

Just a tag

And a number to be filed away


Yet all life has dignity in some way

Even the lives of those we never meet or knew

Even the drug addicts, AIDS victims, prostitutes

Hobos, dead beats

And homeless that litter our streets of gold


Each of us is a child of God

Even this man, John Doe

Dead again once more

May he rest in peace

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