a backwards boy who inherited his father’s financial failures,
he was full of tall tales accumulating a lifetime of memories,
always restless, always full of contradictions
delivering his most long cherished secrets to all by pen
a passing merchant that started over time and time ago,
much to his parents disappointment, he gambled
he was a boy who played craps during sunday school,
born of a god-fearing mother,
a boy turned and given to the mending of the west,
envied and loved for his towering personality,
it was the beginning of his wanderings,
bound to new orleans,
down the river an old dream
he would convince himself and the girl to go,
how difficult the ambition it was for some to see
