Son of a son

I'm not sure what this is.

Two lives
an absent father
a tender child

four days, four hours, four minutes.

Whiskey, guinness, woodbine
supped with the devils spoon
In 19 years he gave me

four days, four hours, four minutes.

Born on the first, died on the fifth
a brief life.
Together always, we had

four days, four hours, four minutes.

© Paul O' Neill 2012

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