|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Before A Hundred and One
Contributed by
bitson_2005
on
Tuesday, 11th May 2004 @ 10:41:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
|
Before my grandpa turned a hundred and one, he taught me how shoot a gun.
I made a promise to him that night; I’d only use my gun for right.
My dear old grandpa has now passed on, I am thankful for our very close bond.
Now I stand here in confusion and puzzlement, my family lies dead all here in the tent.
I feel so sorry for the S.O.B who has killed my family.
I have spent my total life to find the punk who killed my wife.
After years of heavy search I found this man near the church.
I beat the living mess out of him, and told of his life nearing the end.
I took out my gun and pressed it to his head, he stared back at me with fear and dread.
Amongst all the anger I couldn’t pull the trigger, because I thought of the promise I made that night.
I gave that man to the police, and went home in silent peace.
The death of my family has been avenged, and now I can sleep once again.
Now, every time I look at my gun, I remember that promise to I made to grandpa before he turned a hundred and one.
Copyright ©
bitson_2005
... [
2004-05-11 10:41:30] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
|