Simple Man


Born into this ugly world with a smile on his face
From the moment he took his first breath, the world got brighter
To you, he may not have appeared like an extraordinary person

Walking down the street, a sun tattooed on his left hand
Neon yellow work shirt muddied from a long day of landscaping
A cigarette hanging from his hand with dirt under his nails

Brian was a son, a brother, a friend, my uncle and my best friend
someone who held the world up on his shoulders
eventually the world had gotten too heavy
in his sorrow, my best friend took his own life

His absence wraps itself around my windpipe and begins to squeeze
In my sorrow-filled heart I must say
Happy Birthday to the man who should have made it to 36 years old

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This poem is dedicated to Brian John Heng, one of the bravest men I have ever known. Though he limited himself to only thirty-five years on this Earth, he touched many lives in those years. Brian was my uncle, but more importantly he was my friend. He was born into this world on August 31, 1979 and departed on October 23, 2014. Brian, you are sorely missed. May you rest peacefully in the heavens.