He was a rebel
Reckless
His mind ramshackle
He took a coin
Put it to good use
He lived like a recluse
He didn’t clean up
A past he gladly forgot
There were people who relied on him
He seemed unreliable
Yet he had a lot of heart
He had lived
Many years had passed
He was forgiven
Although he wasn’t
Always in our memories
Those memories
We left them behind
We couldn’t bear
Our own perfection
We couldn’t bear
Our clean table cloth
There was a small stain
We couldn’t live with
That is how it is
One spot too many
If it was blood
Which it nearly was
We would be undone
We would know
We had been perfect
All along