The greatest man I've almost known,
his heart was troubled, tempest blown.
A father, true, a man beset,
by life's struggle...we almost met.
I knew him, yes, but not quite well,
his life, alas, was spent in hell.
Addictions steal both heart and life,
his health, contentment, child and wife.
A brilliant mind, an artist's heart,
poor choices made, life torn apart.
What might have been I never saw,
addiction was his fatal flaw.
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Author Notes
Thanks to the brilliant, Loyd C Taylor, Sr., for his wonderful artwork.
The poem is a tribute to my father, who was my muse and my first broken heart.
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