Love Poem: Young John Cooney
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Written by: Gershon Wolf

Young John Cooney

Young John Cooney was no troubled lad,
       It mattered not that he had no dad;
     A loving home and family kept him glad,
       He seemed content with his lot, rarely sad. 

     Young John Cooney was no troubled lad,
       Middle of the road was he; no extremist rad.
     Teachers couldn't remember him every getting mad;
       He'd never been sent to the office for being bad.

     His clothes were fashionable, if not the latest fad;
       His room 'typical teen-ager,' a pretty cool pad.
     True, he hadn't dated much; he was shy a tad;
       A few of the girls interviewed said he was a cad.

     Yes, Young John Cooney was no troubled lad,
       Til he fired the shot from which his best friend bled.