There was a gay man
who always stayed by his mother's side
A caring, loving son
With the rules he'd abide
His father's bedtime stories
enriched his wild imagination
With seven siblings at home
Love was beyond comparison
Time flew by, each one had separate journeys
He learned to be independent, lived alone with ease
He barely remembers any family affair
His life is different now, more on bills and time on his chair
One day he looked back at the reflection in the mirror
What he saw was the past, and not the future
He came home crying loud, And I cried like a baby
Oh no, this is me. I remember me.
©eugene
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