Ashamed of What I Did
"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."
I’m still ashamed of what I did
My only excuse is I was a kid
Like most kids that were my age
A Red Rider BB gun was the rage
Loved the outdoors and plinking around
A BB gun doesn’t make a big sound
It’d be great if my gun could roar
A shotgun boom, that’s a sound I adore
I got an idea, how to make a boom
I had a shot gun shell hid in my room
I had cut off the end of that shot gun shell
Used the shot in a sling shot, it worked well
Even if a shell has lost its load
If the cap gets a rap, it will explode
So I stuck the shell in a big dirt bank
Got forty feet away, gave my gun a crank
Shot BB’s at the cap till blue in the face
Couldn’t get any to hit the right place
Finally one hit on the cap just right
The shell went boom, oh what a fright
I felt a sting, something hit my forehead
I rubbed with my hand, it came back red
That BB I shot came back and hit me
Between the eyes, how lucky can you be?
If it had taken that hit a little either way
I’d probably be blind in one eye today
“What Happened”, said Mom, my blood ran down
Oh, I got stuck by a stick while running around
Charles Sides
A Fragment Of Life - Poetry Contest
Oct 21. 2011
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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