H.M. Gautsch Poems

I started from the bottom,
From a town known to be a bit sodom.
I've made my own stupid choices.
Ran away from home when I was eighteen,
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To the victims,
I wish I could show you,
The beautiful side of life,
You relentlessly walked away from.
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I don't always possess a lot of green called money,
But when I do, it's hard to save.
I started donating to different charities,
Instead of digging my own financial grave.
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I dare to be different.
I dare to be the black sheep.
I dare to go against the grain,
Of this barbaric drinking scheme.
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The day we met.
Instant attraction,
The sparks remain in flight.
I can't deny you.
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Eagerly waiting on what dreams
Waits for me on this...
Cool and collected mid-summer nigh'.
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There's been an emptiness,
Inside of me.
It's hard to explain it.
I should be over you by now.
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Raised by a single mother,
And a bachelor who transitioned,
To my stepfather.
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It's that time again.

Another banger, another rhyme,
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Dear Dad,
How is it living in Kings?
I guess you didn't expect to be in assisting living at fifty-six.
Do you even know me? Do I look familiar?
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