Eldest of my two sons
Was quite the burden
Whilst the second not perfect
He wasn’t absurd

Unaware, naive
Untruthful to himself
Stuck in his own head
Away from everyone else

Deniably sad
And mostly alone
Introverted, quiet
In his own “home”

Odd thoughts struck him
Not the most pleasant
He was quite troubled
Taught himself no lessons

And yet one painful day came
When he was torn away

Abruptly

Now I ask you
A much later day
Once long ago
Which son past away