Regular straight arrow,
All around good guy,
Always a smile,
Always a handshake.
Loved by everyone.
Good time Charley
They all called him.
But Charley had
A deep secret.
He Carried a lot of
Guilt inside himself
From a long ago
Incident that nobody
Knew anything about.
He’d been sexually
Abused as a child by
His father a drunk
Who he stabbed to
Death at age eight.
And that horrible
Memory haunted
Him everyday and
Every night, and
He often thought
About killing himself.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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