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Little Ronnie, a Poem by Andrew Scott

Updated: Feb 25, 2022

Little Ronnie - Modern Poetry
Photo by Thomas Griesbeck ~ Unsplash

My memories of him are divided

between the person here and now

from the way that he was before.

The multi-faces and lives of Little Ronnie.

Little Ronnie could light up the sky

with youthful curiosity

marked with a mischievous smile.

No rock would be unturned

to see what was there

and what would happen

when the unknown was felt.

Little Ronnie’s parents

would show up to everything

even when he did not

wish for them to be there

or when Little Ronnie

did not want to be there himself.

Support was always there.

Little Ronnie never went without.

He had a little of everything;

however, he had to earn it.

His parents saw to that,

but Little Ronnie was the coolest.

Little Ronnie was the master

at keeping the attention

while he was either quiet

or plotting the irrational.

Any personality could appear

at any given trigger.

Little Ronnie was blessed

with a great work-life

after college.

Getting the first opportunity

that seemed to be handed

to his open arms.

The envy of us all.

I went away for a while.

What I saw when I came back.

The mind cannot register.

The eyes do not believe.

Little Ronnie was a shell

of the person I used to know.

The pristine hair, now long

to go with a patchy beard.

Little Ronnie

did still dress

with the latest fashions.

So crisp and clean

to cover the skeleton

that was underneath.

So very thin.

At twenty-six, Little Ronnie

was living at home.

Know the plan was to live

with his high school sweetheart.

Heard she was nowhere to be found.

Rumour was his hyper behaviour

got worse, and she got scared

then found him with two others.

A couple who wanted fun.

She was done at the sight.

With his lady gone

no one could or would

help with controlling his money.

Little Ronnie went through it

as fast as he earned it.

The finest clothes

and the cheapest street drugs.

It got worse for Little Ronnie

after an emotional outburst

at his workplace.

Another gentleman met his

hidden strength and wrath.

Without a job, the small place

where Little Ronnie did live

kicked him out.

The whispers was that

the little apartment took

two months to fully fix.

Broken walls, soiled carpets.

Little Ronnie’s childhood home

was the only place that

would take him with the erratic mind.

The hope was to get him

back onto the proper drugs

to calm his mind and body.

Little Ronnie’s mother fought

everyday to bring him back

to be the boy we all knew.

We all wanted the old

Little Ronnie back with us

and still do.

The difference is shocking.

Sad as it may never happen

as you periodically saw

the mischievous smile

of Little Ronnie.

July 26, 2020

© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2020


Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows, and The Broken Ones. He has published five poetry books, "Snake With A Flower," "The Phoenix Has Risen," "The Path," "The Storm Is Coming and Searching," and one book of photography, "Through My Eyes." " Whispers Of The Calm" is his sixth poetry book.


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