Anthony Vincent
A little boy born
No choice he had
Taught to be tough
Hand toughened by dad
Often told not good enough
Never shown much love
Yearning for acceptance
Very often looking above
Innocent until grown up
Never reaching his top
Crying from old memories
Enough he cries, make them stop
Now an adult always moving fast
Trying to outlive memories of the past
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