Ode

Written far long ago... :) 

An Ode to Young, J.

Young, J. is one friend of mine

And he is always there beside

Though sadly after only twenty years of existence

He left the world in a blunder.

It happened in a blur

But I remember it clearly

And while you are still here

Though the end will cause some tears

I am here to give this ode to the famous Young.

The big day came and everything was scattered about

The needle and bags were all lying out.

He slowly put his blood back into his body,

And took a deep breath feeling all tingly inside

He was happy and excited

Because today would abide.

Nothing at all could go bad.

Today was the triathlon,

The one he had been training two years for

And he was saving his last bag for forever more.

After succeeding, he’d be the first in his family to win the gold medal

But things were too good to be true. 

Once the race started, everything was swell

But when Jon felt his heart stop beating

It started going downhill

With no time to think, Jon fell down into the lake and stopped breathing

By the time the first aid caretakers realized that he hadn’t come up,

They went down to get him

But once they dragged his body out of the water Jon was already dead

Everyone was so shocked and surprised that they didn’t know what to do

At once, his autopsy was scheduled and the researchers dug into his body

They found out that Jon didn’t die by drowning, but by his blood transfusion

Jon had failed to clean the needle and the bag

Causing bacteria to enter his bloodstream

The famous Young, J. died by his own careless mistake

And so this is an ode to Young, J. who once was a wise wise man

Until things took a turn for the worst

This is why people are gathered here,

At this place today, on this sad sad day