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Topic: Father (as in paternal parent, not God) (04/10/08)
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TITLE: I Simply ... Wanted | Previous Challenge Entry
By Henry Clemmons
04/17/08 -
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and wore it tilted
It matched his crooked grin.
Boots were black
and caked with mud
Employment wasn’t sin.
He’d go to church
But drink a beer
If it was fishin’ time.
Say a prayer
And then a curse
He walked a crooked line.
The life he led
And tried to pass
Unto his only son,
Went in one eye
And out my ear
I simply wanted fun.
His grave’s now cold
The grass is long
No flowers in his pail.
His words still live
But put on hold
Until I’m out of jail.
I shed a tear
The day I heard
He couldn’t visit me.
They said he died
Right in his chair
I’m glad he didn’t see.
The life he led
And tried to pass
Unto his only son,
Went in one eye
And out my ear
I simply … wanted fun.
His hugs were warm
And smiles were real
I miss that more than time.
Eyes were blue
And full of love
How did I turn to crime?
I never starved
And wore new shoes
Was took to Sunday School.
Taught to live
The golden rule
Then turned into a fool.
The life he led
And tried to pass
Unto his only son,
Went in one eye
And out my ear.
I simply … wanted.
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And tried to pass -- Unto his only son, -- Went in one eye
And out my ear." Then your ending is perfect for this. "I simply ... wanted." Nice work on this thought-provoking poem.