In Dunkersfield Lies a Neglected Grave

In Dunkersfield Lies A Neglected Grave In Dunkersfield lies a neglected grave last vestige of a precious life gave No massive stone to mark the resting spot of a simple man that gave all he got Town people say they knew him so well had big secrets he'd never dare tell One was about a child he'd never seen bastard son of a lady named Ilien Others solemnly swear he kilt' a man beat him with that mighty right hand Hard truth lies somewhere in between his life imagined and one he had seen Ole Stoner Ace was a gambler for sure had lots of women, none were too pure Worked that farm, won on a lucky bet hard life even for a tough combat vet No church did he ever bother to attend lived alone with not a single friend Money sent to pay for nephew's school kept his secrets, was nobody's fool Christmas night he died old and alone his savings given away, every penny gone Good deeds he always kept to himself bad maybe but he always was topshelf In Dunkersfield lies a neglected grave last vestige of a precious life gave No massive stone to mark the resting spot of a simple man that gave all he got Robert J. Lindley, 01-23-2015 NOTE: Poem was written based upon the real life of a friend's uncle. A tough old bird that had quite a reputation. Lived a wild life as young man and had served time in prison for beating a man to death that had stabbed him in the back in a barfight. My Dad knew him well. Told me that he was an upright guy that came out of prison and left the wild life behind. Sometimes life just beats the hell out of you and if you are lucky you still manage to survive!