Keith and Lorrie’s Love story
I’ve heard it many times
It came flooding back
fresh to my mind tonight
As I heard Lorrie singing in his memory,
& of what seeing him again might
be like, what I saw when I looked
into her eyes is the pain of his loss is
still fresh to her as if it were still 1989
The year Keith left this world behind
By: J.N.R Dutton
They laid his sweet Ruby under a live oak,
buried in her favorite red dress & cloak
The day they laid her down to rest, He did his best,
to hold on to the last words that she spoke,
She’d said to him as she’d given him one last kiss:
“I love you now & I always will, I know this loss is a bitter pill,
but rest assured I’ll see you again, & always remember this,
that for forty three years,through ice & fire & raging winds,
you were the man I love & my best friend”
By:J.N.R Dutton
I remember a man who I called a friend
He gave me a guitar w/nylon strings
because he knew I played
I lost the guitar years ago,
and that loss is a shame
but even worse is I couldn’t tell you
how the man’s doing these days
Life moved on and we lost touch,
sometimes I guess that’s just life’s way
By:J.N.R Dutton
I wish I could reach out to call
or send a text or two,
but I can’t because you’re not around
man I sure am missing you
but I still press forward another day
Holding steadfast to my faith
By:J.N.R Dutton
Dedicated to everyone I’ve loved who has passed on
They lost a child, in 1993, it shattered the family
You know they tried to ease their pain
but nothing was ever quite the same
When they laid him in the grave
they hadn’t even picked his name
Feels like they’ve been through hellfire and rain
Everything that could go wrong,
seems like it’s come their way
Yet somewhere, they find the strength
to carry on just one more day
By:J.N.R Dutton
Little brother, it’s been a few years now
since you passed away,
and honestly, I thought I was doing okay
I found out I was wrong, in the weirdest way,
when I was out w/the family the other day
There was live music at the place
& completely randomly,
They chose your funeral song to play,
I’m sure if you could, you’d say,
“They couldn’t know”
and of course not, how could they?
It hit me so hard I couldn’t stay
I miss you still, & will every day
By: J.N.R Dutton
In Memory
On the last night of December, 1999, I lost a friend of mine
To a knife wielding monster with murder on his mind
He’s been put down, and it was a long time
ago
One day maybe, I’ll find a way to heal,
Honestly though I can never forget
what he did, never “let it go”
It scarred me to my very soul
By: J.N.R Dutton
New lyrics/poetry
What do you do, when your heroes die?
When it tears up your heart,
and leaves your soul to cry?
You may wish you were the tin man
When you feel tears sting your eyes
We all know, grief is the hardest part of life
So once again, what do you do, when your heroes die?
You could sing them a hymn, as their final lullaby
on this earth, pray you’ll see them again
In the sweet by & by
By: J.N.R Dutton
Sometimes it takes
walking through darkness
To appreciate the light
Losing a battle to get up
the will to fight
Knowing the brutality
of wrong to finally
stand up for what’s right
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 