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His liver like a lace doily alcohol pickled him thin He'd been turned down, all over town no one ever took him in

In honor of my father Eddie who taught me to get back up.

I spent this life a burning flame Forged eternally on the run I have only myself to blame For the things that I have done

I thought a while then with a smile said that"happy" was my goal "There might be hope for mankind yet and for your immortal soul"

This moment came for me that is on the morning my son was born When my thoughts turned from mine to his whereby a better man was sworn

We look back to our childhood years the comfort of old friends For all must see, forever we fear how this life must end

A wild filly of a daughter whose never had her spirit broke Who never took to the bridle nor has she bent beneath life's yoke

Some things are better left unsaid best locked in your heart there saved The pain you harbor in your chest is your own, to take to the grave

"Just a poet then?"

God offered me omnipotence by giving me a chance to choose I stood bold stance, and took that chance to ever walk within his shoes