Wednesday, August 05, 2009

R. I. P. Charles

A year and a couple of weeks ago, you lost your youngest son.
A year and a couple of weeks ago you gave up on life.
A week and a couple days ago you took your last breath and I was there.

Tonight I was graced with the (unexpected) presence of your remaining son.
Tonight I have listened in patience to the rumblings of a lost soul .
Tonight I have tried to accommodate he who thought he was enlightened.
Tonight I have lost my temper and was about to shove my foot up his arse.
Tonight I realized that false messiahs are part of the family.
Tonight I am conscious that you surely died in vain.
For tonight I have realized that the legacy you wanted to leave was never meant to be.

71 years of age and an eager sense to repent did not alleviate the failure you took to your grave.
As for the rest, Oh well...... life goes on. R.I.P dear uncle Charles, for you are better off dead than living amongst those arses, HIM included.

1 comment:

david said...

mes condoléances, l'ami.