Little Voice in a Great Big Choir

You start to grow up 

You grow up together

You think that honestly you've known him forever

But then it hits

Like a wave, a tsunami, some might say
Sweeps you off your feet in its powerful sway

The boy you knew, yeah, he's gone
In his place there is a buck where there was a fawn
A buck that likes drinking and smoking and girls 
And like that wave your vision swirls 
Around and around and around again 
As your conscious mind goes down the drain

But that little voice in the great big choir that is his head says to put the bottle down, put the cigarette out
To come back to the light, to end the drought
That is left in the wake of these poor life decisions 
It says "Hey you, it's time for revisions"

You know he needs to listen 
But he puts it off
Saying he can handle it
And shrugs it off with a scoff
You cry as his life crumbles into despair 
As he seems to say, "It's not hip to be square ." 
But no, you say, this is all in my head 
Then why, you ask, does it give me such dread?

And the little voice in the great big choir that is your head says that there is hope whether you see it or not
He isn't as far gone as you thought
It's not you that can change him, only he can do that 
It's not like he can change at the drop of a hat 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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