My father and my uncle
grew up on the streets
of Chicago, tough streets
for kids to roam.
Uncle Sal was a lanky guy,
with a Pork Pie hat and an
attitude, he took no ****
but had a heart that was pure.
At nineteen Uncle Sal
died in Korea before he
lived for real. I still have the
Bronze Star they gave him.
A **** poor exchange for
a life unlived.
I never got to know Uncle Sal,
but I sure wish I had, maybe
even just a little bit.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
My father and my uncle
grew up on the streets
of Chicago, tough streets
for kids to roam.
Uncle Sal was a lanky guy,
with a Pork Pie hat and an
attitude, he took no ****
but had a heart that was pure.
At nineteen Uncle Sal
died in Korea before he
lived for real. I still have the
Bronze Star they gave him.
A **** poor exchange for
a life unlived.
I never got to know Uncle Sal,
but I sure wish I had, maybe
even just a little bit.