Family Skeleton

He ravaged his daughter castrated his son
Was he a Neanderthal? Yes he was one
I know since I tasted his dark mystery
The family skeleton used to be me

The good ones all died and left me alone
To begin life when I thought it was done
And would have been if somehow I had known
The rest of it but then we never know

Yet it was interesting in its way
They tell me it might get better too so
Not having much say about things I stay
To try and live some life before I go

I wonder if it ever gets too late
For a happy-ever-after to be
Within the pale of possibility
Or are some of us prisoners of fate?

Failing to grasp the meaning of it all
I need nonetheless to keep on trying
Saving new tears till old finish drying
Trying not to be a Neanderthal

Consoling myself however I can
Life after death if not love after hate
I wait for someone to appreciate
A rather old-fashioned postmodern man

It will never be worse whatever will be
Than when the family skeleton was me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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