His daddy died when he was ten
His mother was never the same again
She wasn’t all there for raising him
So he grew up being taken in
by school buddies & family friends
Though the pain was obvious in his eyes,
Despite all the things that traumatized him,
To everybody’s great surprise
He’s overcome it & he’s thriving
He’s sure hell-bent on surviving
He never really was one for whining
about the hard cards dealt in his life
he just pressed on, kept on shining
By: J.N.R Dutton
When I wrote this poem/these lyrics, the style I had in mind for an accompanying melody was kind of fast paced bluegrass. Maybe I will share an audio version with said accompaniment, sometime, with added verses of course.
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 