Mr. Jerry Bolton called him “Mr. Inner Man” in his latest posting & I got to say his poem brought forth out of me that same inner man… (Thank you Jerry for breaking my funk of muse)

From my past this memory has come,
Though it may not mean anything to some,
To me it brings up feelings of remorse,
My younger dark side to the forefront,
Of this feeling a painful source...

I was in my mid-twenties & knew it all,
I did anything & everything,
Even finally putting myself against the wall,
I thought my dad could get me out of everything…

But somethings not even he could pull me back from the brink,
I did some off the wall, crazy things, that hurt him, I now think,
I wish I could now tell him how sorry I am that I put him through the ringer,
He had a son that was way less than perfect,
He had a son that was for all intents and purposes, a gunslinger…

But behind me he did stand,
Never allowing me to fall,
He tried to teach me to be a good man,
Instead though I never became that man,
Till long after my “gunslinger” days fell to the wayside…

Our last seven years of his life,
We both had problems with his wife,
It seems she was the catalyst to both our strife,
But she is another story that would take up more pages,
Not sure I will ever work out from her all my rages,
Suffice to say, Dad & I loved each other when he left this existence,
And it’s time here to end this before I wet these current pages.
© -ed- 10/20/16