His passing was one of the toughest times I had ever known, <br />For he had struggled months on end, just barely hanging on; <br />I would say our relationship, had not always been the best, <br />That is, until the last few years, before he was laid to rest. <br /> <br />He stayed in the bedroom, and lived in his favorite chair, <br />He also had a bad habit of hiding his dirty underwear. <br />It shocked me a bit at first, but soon, I didn't mind, <br />Why, I've even chuckled, when several pieces I would find. <br /> <br />I thought I could never love him, after what he had done to me, <br />But my heart soon changed, watching him suffer in agony. <br />I went through a terrible time of mourning, just after he died, <br />And hoped it was all behind me, for I no longer cried. <br /> <br />Then I decided to do some cleaning, brighten up his old room, <br />So I started redecorating, to remove the eerie gloom; <br />Next, I hung new curtains, and spread on a coat of shine, <br />I put sad memories out of sight, and was feeling pretty fine. <br /> <br />I had worked for hours, so on the floor I flopped down, <br />Then raised my tired head, to take a look around; <br />But what I discovered next, made my stomach hurt, <br />For there crammed under his chair, was a dirty T-shirt. <br /> <br />I thought I was doing fine, until I found his dirty shirt.<br /><br />Loyd C. Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thought-i-was-fine/
