Reformed Thug Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

He was once the domineering type
And he was always right
No one dared to cross him
So afraid of him were they
Then one night he had a dream
The strangest of all dreams
He dreamt he was a boy again
Been bullied by a thug
He tossed and turned on the bed
And he awoke in a sweat
It was then he realised
That thug he had become
Swore he would change his ways
Make up for all his wrongs
To those he loved and hurt'd
To regain their love and trust