Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Turgenev ~ Wednesday, 24 July 2019

Once there was a small boy born far away, 
never to return home where he belongs, 
carried off on a plane in a bundle, 
every good boy does fine except this one, 

the question remains whether he was bad, 
heaven knows, from the start, out of the womb, 
even with the best parents in the world, 
responding to a son too sensitive 
even easy-going people could bear, 

wonders never cease with a boy who cries 
at the slightest thing but no one can laugh, 
still, a tool is a tool, even a boy, 

a boy is a toy hellbent to destroy, 

signs of abuse, viewed by those trained to see 
man hellbent on the path to destruction, 
alcoholism, an insidious 
livelihood, where disease leads to sorrow, 
laughter heals all wounds except broken hearts, 

broken after his father died, a child 
overcome with grief no one ever knew, 
yet the bottle, always there to console, 

brother, the small boy never knew his dad, 
older, wiser brother, to know the man 
reveals a secret world of acceptance, 
no one but his brother could be his friend, 

fathers have sons or daughters to grow old, 
as for right or wrong, he answers to God, 
revelation comes to sensitive boys, 

ask not for forgiveness, understanding, 
whether wisdom befalls a strange, small boy, 
alcohol let loose a generation, 
yet the tears and scars of childhood remain. 

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