Vincent Tinto


This Old Man - Poem by Vincent Tinto

This man had a plan
that did not include me
he lashed out and seemed cruel
this seemed to always include me

Was he strong I could not
tell, I could not know
when he slapped me and
punched me in the
chest just for show

A baseball bat across my
back, and an unexpected wad
of spit hurled at my face,
just because I had noise
in my ears and his words
to me I could not place

His love was soccer
his favorite team
was playing one day.
I sat real close so we
could watch it together,
he punched me, I got in his way.

By my teens, the battle lines were drawn
I declared all out war, I was ready
to claim final revenge but why bother
I am wiser and all is peaceful now
with me and my old father

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2008


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