Ricky fell to the world of drugs,
No Angel, for some things he did,
Escaping down a hole he had dug,
And from the real world, he hid,
Yet for any bad things he may have done,
People loved him just the same,
The lovable rogue, a loving son,
Who loved playing silly games
He’d play his jokes on all he could,
And end them with a smile,
He always seemed to lift the mood,
By going the extra mile.
Ricky didn’t respect other people owned cars,
No Angel, for some things he didn’t do,
So it was he was found behind bars,
After a chase with the boys in blue.
Yet for any things he didn’t do
People loved him just the same
The joker in the pack, with a stone in your shoe,
He would always avoid the blame
He loved all his family with all his heart,
Nan, mum and sisters too,
And in the times they were not apart,
He stopped them from feeling blue.
Through the veil of tears and anguish
Wherever he now may be,
May his pains of this life completely vanish,
For he’ll always be an angel to me
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NB: Dedicated to my cousin Ricky...