Angus

Everyone leaves marks of their existence if we look for them.

ANGUS

See that small gray line on my knee?
The boy who pushed me
And made me skin my knee was a bully.
He hung himself in a small city jail.

At the time, I wondered why
He had to be a bully.
We were only little kids when he
Knocked me off that swing.

While I cried, he ran away.
Now, he’s dead;
And I wonder why he hung himself.
Strange …the marks some people leave in this world!

Written in 1968