Jimmy's Poem

Please, wake me up.
Wake me up from this horrible nightmare.
You can’t be dead;
It’s not supposed to be possible.

You’re too young to die;
You weren’t supposed to go this way.
They say the good die young;
But it’s not supposed to be like that.

I cried myself sick when I heard the news
And then I fell to the ground.
Four hours later, I still can’t believe it.
You aren’t dead; you can’t be.

You were my hero.
I looked up to you like I do my brother,
And when no one was there for me,
Your music was.

You may be gone now,
But you’ll never be forgotten.
You were an amazing person,
And an even better drummer.

Thank you for giving me,
And all other fans of your music
Something that made us feel okay;
Something that was always there.