You made a man
Though 
You knew 
And didn't know 
What you 
Were doing
And you 
Probably 
Got it right
For all the wrong 
And here I am
Standing
Breathing
A multitude 
Of all your lessons
You made
A shouter
A growler
A fighter
And you gave life
To
Another sensitive soul
And for all
I never said it
I'm eternally 
Grateful
Because 
You 
Gave me 
The words
And the heart
And the soul
To challenge 
Another day
And to try
And make sense
Of this 
Jigsaw life
With no 
Pattern on 
The box
But time 
All the same
To make 
Some kind of sense
Of these wriggling 
Worms
Until
They eat me alive
Before 
I 
Rust