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John Daly

John Daly

at 54

Daly ain’t afraid

to die

never knew much

about him

other than his penchant

for wild looking pants

but saw an interview online

he interviews well

saw he wrote a book

curious

so looked it up

and bought it online

was somewhere in the middle

pages

when heard about his current cancer

being cut out

and how he’s dealing

with it

just a handful of pages left

now to read

and I don’t want it to end

he’s made me laugh so hard

and cry so good

he’s about as real as they come

cusses like a sailor

smokes like a weed

drank ‘til he was drained

an eye for the ladies

enjoys excess to the extreme

falls in love easily

as he forgives

can size up a room

and find the broken heart

he doesn’t kick the down and out

on the street

or walk on by oblivious

he sees them where they are   

and lifts them …

yeah, I’m a fan

for life

and it ain’t got nothing to do

with golf

you’re like a real live Rocky

Yo, Daly …

keep those hands up

keep those feet moving

keep that heart

that Lion’s heart

beating strong

stay outta the corner

and in the ring

TL

Published inPoetry