The Wino
Shallow tracks he left
now most dissipated by winds of time.
"Britches" searches these tracks for good times,
but recalls only those,
which taste of persimmons before first frost.
He represented things a son didn't want in a dad.
"Britches" often wondered about mitigating circumstances,
and while reluctant to indict;
he reasoned why things were as they were,
and how they had gotten that way.
"Britches" father was possessed by the fruit of the vine,
he consumed and was consumed.
What he gave life, life returned tenfold.
Sin in a bottle, had stolen his dad,
leaving him embittered but with great resolve.
"Britches" now clings to hurtful memories of a man
who never met his qualifications of a dad,
just a father.
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