This poem was inspired by Flannery O'Connor's short story "You Can't Be Any Poorer Than Dead":
My great grandpa
Was a simple man
Raised me the only way he could
Thought my father
A vicious man
Taught me what a man should
The day he died
I was left alone
Save for the voice inside
What’s black has faded
What’s clean is stained
For the first time, that day I cried
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Like the "What's black has faded, What's clean is stained" irony at the end. This was a very sad poem, but good.
ReplyDeletegood one.
ReplyDeletequestion: the first word of second paragraph - should it be though instead of thought? i don't know poetry so don't get mad... :)
Thanks Sarah, I don't mind corrections :-)
ReplyDeletebut it should be thought. As in His Grandpa thought his father was a vicious man" - it's carried forward from the first verse and the grandpa taught him what a man should...but I can see why the confusion...