Father and Son
(This is a fictional poem)
When I had to have a heart transplant, I didn't know that my new heart would
break.
The pain may eventually go away but there's no telling how many years it might
take.
My old heart went bad and I needed a new one.
The reason that I'm in so much misery is because my new heart came from my
son.
My boy was only sixteen and noone should die at that age.
Now life is very hard because of my pain and rage.
He was riding his motorcycle when he hit a car head on.
I couldn't stop crying when I learned that he was gone.
People urge me to go on with my life but I don't think that I can.
I may have a strong and healthy heart but this experience has left me a broken
man.
My wife begged me not to buy our son that motorcycle but I bought it anyway.
Now this guilt will haunt me for the rest of my days.
When I think of how unfair it was for him to die, it really makes me mad.
He was a good kid while he lived and I was always proud to be his dad.
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