A Poem to my Boys

I’m sorry my dearest

ones, that I could


not make this world better

for you.  You have to understand


as soon as any dance is learned the music

tugs to a different tide sometimes.  There are


not enough laments written to show you

how sorry I am that I am just one.  I sacrificed

parts of my soul, so maybe you could have it


better than I.  You did have it better than I,

and I would do it all again, every detail you are better


off not knowing, was worth

the good men who I made.


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