A man by the name john,
So kind and humble as a tree...
That everyone wondered,
The greatest man he would be.
Hes not thy greatest athlete,
Nor is he thy greatest drummer...
Hes not like ur usual mail man,
nor is he th greatest writer.
Hes the guy who dint have the best kinder years,
And he dint go to normal school..
He was not a normal boy not clever not cool.
John never made it to the football team,
He'd never seen the prom, or its beautiful queen.
Master dint wanna be born tat way nor did he wanna die,
He jus wanted a normal life,
Which we all have ... You and I .
He slept through school,
And wept through college...
Dint find a good job,
and married rather late.
He dint have the best memories,
Of being in school each day...
Hed jus stare at the window,
Across to the guy who makes hay.
John dint get a normal life,
Not the one he had expected..
We all said , pray for him we would....
BUT I GUESS NOT EVERYONE WANTS TO RELIVE THEIR CHILDHOOD...!
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