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BUT DAD, HE'S A POET
It’s always funny
how we want to find
ways to blame
other people
even when
it’s clearly our own fault
I deal with it all the time
No one ever wants
to take responsibility
for the choices they make
and I will grant you
it is frustrating
to make the wrong decision
but you just have
to learn to deal with it
Bitterness is an option
and so is forgiveness
I doubt if forgetting
is ever really a choice
I deal with the losses
I take them
with a grain of salt
I recently ran
into a young lady
I knew about 5 years ago
I was in love with her
She wasn’t in love with me
and broke my heart
and now I see her
not doing as well as I
although I never did
take her advice
and grow up
and give up the dream
Now my dreams
are threatening
to come true
It is possible
that I will achieve
all the things
I always knew I could
The very dream
she told me to grow up
and abandon
is now on the verge
of finally coming true
and I think this
is a bitter pill
for her to swallow
Her life has turned
into a living Hell
wretched job; broken home
miserable relationship
and I sarcastically think
“and she told me to grow up?
And she wanted me to give up
on my drams
and her maturity
landed her in this existence
I mean, I feel no joy
in her defeat
or her problems
but I find it difficult
to muster much sympathy
Her plight
is really a result
of her own choosing
I didn’t do it to her
I didn’t hold a gun
to her head
and force her
to abandon me
She could have
kept the faith
and believed in me
at a time
when I needed moral support
more than ever
She didn’t show a Hell
of a lot of regard for me
back when she ripped
my heart out and pushed it
thru a paper shredder
it turns out that
one person never did
ever lose faith in me
and that person was me
and all I feel is numb
I’m not longer bitter
I just don’t really care
They say the best revenge
is to live a better life
This then is my revenge
9-6-95
