OLD MISTER TAGGART

Old Mister Taggart
Drinks ginger ale
While sittin on his porch
And reading his mail.
He got a letter
From a boy lost to him
A letter from his son
The boy's name is Tim
T'was a long time ago
That Mr. Taggart'd heard from
His son that left him
After the death of his mum.
The letter had said
Just as plain as day
"I'm comin' home dad
And I'm on my way."
Mr. Taggart couldn't believe
In just two measly days
His son would be back.
He'd missed him in so many ways.

As the clock struck twelve
On that glorious afternoon
Mr. Taggart heard a car
And his heart shot up to the moon
He was finally back
The son gone for years
The son that he had had
Only hopes for, and fears
Fears that dissapeared when he left
Had left so long before
Now was going to see him again
For he was at the door

For a while he could just stare
He did not believe it was him
His very flesh and blood was not familiar
Though the lights were dim
He did not recognize the face
He could not believe it
This was his own son
Even through all the shit

He realized all the ups and downs
That life threw at you
So he opened up the door
But it was all he could do
"Hello dad" said the son
"Hello son" said the dad
They both started to cry
But not cause they were sad
These were tears of joy
The joy of seeing each other
After all these years gone by
Since the death of his mother
They embraced in a joyous hug
And a kiss on the cheek
For once, life for Mr. Taggert
Was not looking so bleak.


By: Ryan Stancl