Only The Good
He sang with the voice of an angel
dropped into our undeserving midst.
skipped the whole drug thing,
played tennis with his college daughter star.
I heard he could be beaten
at foosball, but I never saw it happen.
Bowled a 300 game,
sunk a hole in one,
and skated like the real Apolo.
He could draw anything,
if you would take a moment to be his friend.
He wanted everyone he loved
to love each other, and he
cheered for you and me more than himself.
Fuck you anyway, cancer said,
and took my friend.
You will be missed, Brad Stivers.
You deserved a better world.