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My Old Man

January 12, 2015
By Cameron Nelson GOLD, Sugarland, Texas
Cameron Nelson GOLD, Sugarland, Texas
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When I was born, I was a quiet baby
My mom thought I was dead, but I wasn't
I just didn't have anything to say
Like my Old Man

When I was a boy, I was adventurous
I tried to find the biggest thrills a boy could get
I wrestled a bear, I climbed a mountain, and I survived on my own
I became one with the land,
Like my Old Man

When I grew into a strong man
I contracted the curse of the bottle
Liquor was part of me
And it wouldn't let me get away
Beer, whisky, vodka, all of them became my soul
Like my Old Man

I became the biggest drunk in the west,
I would drown out my headaches with a Budweiser
And I would enter a violent rage
My fury would grow in the presence of my father
He ripped the bottle from my hand
I pulled out my revolver
And I shot my Old Man
 


The author's comments:

I was inspired by the quiet lives of old cowboys and thier families, and fromt he television series called Longmire.


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