Johnny loved a party
He never missed a chance
To tell a joke and have a drink and dance the futile dance
Of a life spent in a bottle
A “spirit filled life” if you will,
And every shot was aimed at His conscience
Which he maimed but could not kill.
The whole of his existence was spent in futility
Because wanton choice had a louder voice then responsibility.
He ran from those who loved him, after rainbows of illusion,
Strong drink gave him fortitude for belief in his delusion

Booze made him feel important, in this world of his own making,
A world of ripe red plums, set before him for the taking!
He’d talk about how he’d get those plums, in blithering drunken chatter,
But he needed to get off the barstool and go and find a ladder!
Instead he let his hopes and dreams rot upon the tree, and swallowed his failure In a glass full of booze labeled, why has this happened to me?

He wore self pity like a crown, and the barstool was his throne
A bar full of “subjects” paid heed to him…Until his money was gone.
His so called “friends” would bolster him and validate his drinking
They’d hug and smile and then they’d toast, and with their glasses clinking, say “here’s to life and friendship”
The drunkards Irony.

He embraced the lies of drunkenness, He just did not want to see,
The bottom of the bottle, the last drop of his demise
The worn face in the mirror staring back with blood shot eyes
The carnage left behind him, of heart broke wife and child
Vows and promises he had made, all had been defiled.
Johnny made a profession of faith, in Jesus, our Savior and Lord
but he chose to live his life carnally, instead of by faith in God's word.

Life in the fast lane he called it, but one night he ran out of road.
At the end of the road, was a young man, he lay there lifeless and cold,
Eyes without sight on that dark drunken night must have pierced Johnny's heart like a sword.
The last days of His life spent in prison, for the young life that he had taken, the days before that, spent in prison as well, but a prison of his own making.
Those who loved him mourned him, long before he died,
Wife and children and family who had been casually tossed aside,
He chose readily to live for the present and to glorify the past,
He set his sight on the moment and not on things meant to last.
His faith in God was not strong, and I hope his profession was true,
I hope to see him again someday when my own days here are through.
so I will not lie about him at this funerals eulogy,
The best that I can say of him is---Johnny loved a party.