gave me a jug of Gordon's
Gin
for Christmas
one year.
i think he wanted me
to do the drinking
that he no
longer could, with the bad
liver and all.
he was a good
man
when laughing
when the wife and the daughters
weren't around.
when he could be
himself.
no longer depressed
about life,
stuck in his house,
no longer
having to curb the words
that came out
of his mouth.
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