Death At An Early Age
I come from the suburban white
Struggle and fight
Of a misfit born
To the sound of his own horn
I was six weeks on this earth
Mom had just given birth
When her husband succumed
To the cancer in his lungs
To deliver my family from pain
A savior I was named
Some pretty big shoes to fill
When I lack the courage and the will
My mothers father's all I had
When I was just a young lad
When an attack of his heart
Had finally made us part
...to be continued...
Copyright © Sal Manela | Year Posted 2011
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