I Thought I Was Fine Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

His passing was one of the toughest times I had ever known,
For he had struggled for months on end, just barely hanging on.
I would say our relationship had not always been the best,
That is, until the last few years, before he was laid to rest.

He stayed in the bedroom and lived in his favorite chair,
He also had a bad habit of hiding his dirty underwear.
It shocked me a bit at first, but soon I didn't mind,
Why, I've even chuckled when several pieces I would find.

I thought I could never love him after what he had done to me,
But my heart soon changed watching him suffer in agony.
I went through a terrible time of mourning just after he died,
And hoped it was all behind me, for I no longer cried.

Then I decided to do some cleaning, brighten up his old room,
So, I started redecorating, to remove the eerie gloom.
Next, I hung new curtains, and spread on a coat of shine,
I put sad memories out of sight and was feeling pretty fine.

I had worked for hours, until on the floor I flopped down,
Then raised my tired head, to take a look around.
But what I discovered next made my stomach hurt,
For there, crammed under his chair, was a dirty T-shirt.

I thought I was doing fine, until I found his dirty shirt.