Last of an Angry Man

At rest now
The end has finally come
Your master called
Summoning you home.

The saddest thing of all
I note is this.
Nothing ever
Seemed to bring you bliss.

The ingredients were there
Strong sons, lovely daughters,
You wouldn't let them care.

To reap love, you must sow it
This I know.
In your garden of friendship
No flower did grow.

You're gone now
And you cannot retort.
But I do not attempt to judge
I just report.

No one can say
You left no mark, there's one.
Your legacy to us is this..
Your angry son.

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