by Stacy Baker

Created on: September 24, 2008   Last Updated: November 23, 2009

Twenty-four years old or twenty-four young thats the age he was when he passed away,
another addict losses his life in the most common way.

His jokes, his laughter, his willing to go the extra mile,
Roger was a friend of mine who would bring anyone a smile.

He had a problem many never knew he had,
only it was a problem that left many so sad.

He began using at an early age,
battled sometimes with fits of rage.

People said, "oh he's just an only child",
every one around knew he was wild.

He dated girls one after the other,
lied to everybody (even his mother),

Broken promises time after time,
"I'm sorry" often became his favorite line.

Still he was my friend and everyone will miss him so,
he was someone I'll miss the most.

A drug overdose took his life,
another addict died this night.

When does it end?
24 yrs old and he was my friend.

Whats his mother to think now, she did all she could?
or will her life haunt her with the answer,"I'm no damn good"

Drug addiction at its best,
Sends ones soul to forever rest.

It hurts everyone involved,
It leaves problems unsolved.

To my friend Roger I wish there was something I could've done,
after all you were more than my friend you were my one and only son.

Love Dad

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