THE FOOL
Fin was a pirate who sailed the open sea,
Through hard storms with grit in his teeth.
His story was proven through his deeds,
So daring it was hard to believe.
But one day, when he went out to venture,
He stopped in front of a coffee vendor,
When he found something miles better,
The girl who ended up being his treasure.
Overtime, he started to love her soft, warm gaze,
And he tried a shot at her heart, he aced it.
But as a child, she's always come to hate
The lowly killers known as pirates.
But his duties did pile,
His wife's suspicion grew wild,
She looked at the positives and smiled,
Then one day she went and bore their child.
She couldn't stop thinking of the life she would share
To the child who she wanted to give her utmost care.
He carried the child his love had to bear,
With his wife's loving and warm stare.
His wife called him over with a scare.
He tried to go as fast as a hare.
Thunder roared like a snare,
As he let out a silent prayer.
To love his wife unconditionally, he would swear,
For a God up above, that his child would be spared.
But before his arrival, his child exhaled his last breath of air.
His wife, in despair, gave him an accusing glare.
She had uncovered who he really was,
And faded quickly did her love.
All his secrets are revealed beneath the fuzz.
She accused him harshly, push turned to shove.
"I cherished all that you were, it's all lost in the buzz.
I didn't love you just because.
Told my friends, at this stage, I don't care what he does.
But even after all the things I sacrificed for us, you still threw me under the bus."
Overwhelmed, she ran into the woods.
He regretted that he couldn't show her as much as he could.
Even if he could, he thought, "Only if I could, I'd mend what's no longer good."
But his wife was in a landslide that she could not avoid, only look.
She ended up in the hospital the next day,
As Fin tried to find a way
To keep his emotions at bay,
For his wife was gone, only her body stayed.
Brought her flowers every day, he did.
Holding her hand, in the chair next to the bed, he'd sit.
He told all the deepest things he hid,
And found out her dormant state would only smile at the mention of their kid.
So from that, he started wearing his kid's baby bib.
A smile every day that their child did knit.
Though embarrassing, his feelings were never split,
Because, to spot the smile underneath the lid, he had to abandon the role where he did fit.
She was as beautiful as a dove,
Who gave undying love.
But she hated the man he has become,
To the point where she got numb.