John Jacobs

This is a poem I wrote a year ago and it comes up quite a bit with me. I recited it for my ESB (English Speaking Board) where you have to give a speech, poem and reading.

It doesn't have much of a story I just came up with it one day and wrote it down:

John Jacobs

This is a poem for John Jacobs,

A boy that I paid no attention to in class,

The boy with the double J’s in his name,

The boy that our teacher informed us today,

Died in a fatal car crash,

I don’t know what it was,

About this boy I’d never spoken to,

When he died,

I felt like something inside of me was ripped out,

Something I didn’t know I had,

But wanted back,

So I made the decision that I’d find something out about him,

I asked his teacher,

He said he was good at Maths,

A true genius,

I asked his friends,

They said he was immense at football,

I asked his music teacher,

She said he could work magic with an instrument,

But best of all,

I asked his parents,

They said he was a great boy,

A great son,

So I wrote them all down,

And put them together in this poem,

I’m not a writer,

Or someone who likes to write poems,

I just felt like I should write this,

That’s all,

This is a poem for John Jacobs,

A boy that I paid no attention to in class,

The boy with the double J’s in his name,

The boy that our teacher informed us today,

Died in a fatal car crash,