Look Who's Back in Town

You were right to sell me short, my dear.
Look what's become of me. Not much,
I think it's fair to say: a few years wasted
In the army, six months in the county jail,
A marriage which was doomed to failure,
Two kids out in Oregon who have no use
For Dear Old Dad. I still fix cars in this
God-awful, slowly shrinking farming town,
And drink up most of what I make with
Guys no better off than I, and every dream
I used to have dissolved into the alcohol,
And seems to have been pissed away.
It's strange to see you come in here.
It's good, but I know you can't stay.
You've built a decent life, I've heard,
In Kansas City, wasn't it? I like to think
You got your start, to some extent,
Because of me. You must admit you
Helped yourself by selling this guy short.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-04 at 18:44

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