Better Man

Copyrighted@RobMason2012


Thirty eight dollars in his pocket
A thirty eight special
Holding it tight in his hand
The chamber is full
His life is empty
Seven bullets
As he takes his final stand
Keep pushing
Watch a man go to the edge
He will give no warning
Availed contradiction
Ignore the irony
Protective precautions
Then he steps off of the ledge
One is for the dignity stolen
Two is the loss of faith
Three is for the label binding
Four is the scar never healing
Five is for the torment
Six for the one who laughed
Seven for looking the other way
The bill comes due today
Thirty eight dollars spent
A thirty eight still in his hand
He turns and walks away
You labelled
He defined
You stole his life
He gifted you yours
He remains a better man