The Better Man Than Me Poem by Francis Duggan

The Better Man Than Me



Most of us in our ways look at life differently
In what to me is ugly some beauty he does see
A man at peace with the World and himself this is how he choose to be
A credit to humanity the better man than me

The man who murdered his wife and their only child his eighteen year old daughter he has chosen to forgive
With a grudge that eats the peace of the mind he says he could not live
The past he says he cannot change and is in the forever gone
The murderer of his wife and daughter in jail and life it does go on

A life for a life he does not believe in revenge is not his way
He believes that the one who took the lives of those near and dear to him for his crimes is made to pay
His wife and daughter died under gunfire in an armed robbery that went wrong
For to come out of such a tragedy without bitterness of mind he must be strong

Four years ago a gunman in an armed robbery murdered his daughter and wife
But towards him he does not hold any bitterness he just gets on with his life
At peace with himself and the World of any anger he is free
His type of person are so rare the better man than me.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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