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Let me tell you a story sad and true

Updated on June 3, 2013

He fell down and they cast him aside

He was born on a mountainside

from there all he did was slide

Not good not tame but all the same

There was only you for to blame

They called him bastard

And they called him retard

But he grew tall and tough and smart

so they called him kid right from the start

Oh he had new parents that everyone knew

but what of the original parents that flew

He was not raised an angry boy

but he grew up knowing victory was a joy.

Family and friends he did have and know

but they are fleeting as the story did grow

One day he cried in mortal rage

and nothing came back from the towers of age

So he died and was never to rise

never again in his mothers eyes

But he was happy with brides galore

who gave children of galore

No more the child of an angry spouse

upon this notion he raised his house

Now there are four or more that bare his name

And all of them know the game

Do no look behind the curtain

for there is deceit so certain

Look ahead and know the rule

for you are not your pappy's fool

You are free to write and right your script

For no man owns your right to your own crypt

Let me die again with you as my friend.

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you Shanmarie, how true your comment.

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      shanmarie 4 years ago

      Poignant. Never too late to change.

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      thank you Lurana, sometimes I have fun writing, this was more cathartic.

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      Lurana Brown 4 years ago from Chicagoland, Illinois

      Interesting and deep. "You are free to write and right your script."---such a great line and powerful message!

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I basically took my life, and embellished, to the extremes of what my silly head thinks some times.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      A most terrific poem with great sentiments.

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thanks Eddy, I hope I can drop later for some tea.

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      A wonderful poem Eric and voted up as always.

      Eddy.

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you much Blossom, I am glad you enjoyed

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A poem that is also a story - very interesting and I enjoyed reading it. God bless you.

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Much better said than I did, thank you Bill.

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you whonunuwho I am very sorry for your loss, but happy that you had known the joy.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Rebirth is the key my friend. We are free to choose our own story line, as you so beautifully pointed out in this wonderful poem.

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      A very poignant poem and so true in my own life. We adopted a child and he did sound much like the one described in your work. His life was shortened by a terrible accident, and he left children and many memories. Thank you for sharing. whonu