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Jan 2017
Waken from death, out of a car
he crawled out of the burning inferno.
Wincing and groaning, regretting the bar
this man would soon come to know.

Sped back to the bar, from which he came
to toss fortune, ranted, and blame.
For he lost his job, his favorite career,
he ordered another cold beer.

Sober settled in, his head was clear
back to his house, to his dear.
Caressing, kissing, comforting her
that he would be back, in a blur.

Proud and humble his kids thought
of their dad who never seemed distraught.
Hugged and loved his little bugs,
they each got him 'Best Dad' mugs.

Seeping in slowly, something was wrong
it was almost as if he didn't belong.
It hit him like a giant boulder,
he would no longer be getting older.

Watching his life behind the eyes of a ghost
was when he felt it the most.
He had just lived his life in reverse,
it must have been a dreaded curse.

Flooded by memories, of love and pain
the last thing he remembered drove him insane.
Looking down at his cell phone light,
his last ****** expression showed great delight.

His wife had texted, "I love you sweetie."
as his heart was filled with glee.
Trying to respond, he didn't see
he would pay tribute to an oak tree.
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