Augustus

My father used to drink Heineken.

Naturally, when I was old enough to drink, I too drank Heineken.

He used to smoke cigarettes, though he hid this addiction well.

So, when I was old enough to understand that this caused his death,

I vowed to never pick one up.

He would always give to beggars and assist strangers in need,

Even when he knew that it might be to the detriment of his own family.

As I grew up, I found myself doing the same.

Everyone who knew him well tells me he was a kind and gentle person.

But I can barely remember him.

People tell me that I am a good person.

But sometimes I feel selfish and uncaring.

Those can’t be traits of a good person.

They say he and I have the same smile;

They say we look so much alike.

I don’t see it.

But maybe if I stare hard enough and long enough at pictures of him,

I will see some part of me staring back.

◄ On love and self-efficacy

Ode to Harleen ►

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Clarke

Thu 11th Apr 2019 11:32

Thanks for reading friends.

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Dominic James

Wed 20th Mar 2019 09:01

This poem really draws me in, I have mixed feelings about the last lines and come back to them: which ends the piece very well.

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Heart of Lead

Mon 18th Mar 2019 18:30

A compelling poem. Thoughts about who we are and who we resemble tend to come from outside sources more than internal, whether we want to be like them or not. I like your style.

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Hazel ettridge

Mon 18th Mar 2019 14:53

I really enjoy poems about close relationships, especially ones that pose questions that we all might be wondering about in our own lives.

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