Remembering the pack 2: Kevin
he barely reached five foot six
and weighed 120
until he started with the gym
those protein tablets
the banana shakes every morning
muscle sprouting all over
a 44 inch chest
17 inch arms
he could really kick ass
and loved to sit in bars
his baby face nursing a beer
until some big guy started crowding
then he would swing into action
and always seemed to win
he cried once
high on airplane glue and Thunderbird wine
his older brother dead
some freak accident
and all the muscles in the world
all the victories in bars
couldn’t help Kevin live up
to the brother’s ghost
in his father’s eyes
Leonard Durso 
Beautiful,.
Thank you from Kevin & me.
Powerfully sad. Very well written. Sorry for all the pain in this one. Sending a hug.
Thank you. It is much appreciated.
A masterfully told story in verse . . . Loved it!
Thank you very much.
Wow! ….so very sad to read the last five lines. Your words paint this person so clearly and distinctly. And Thunderbird wine……oh my…..that’s the cheap rotgut that many young and old can afford….yep. I had a drink or two of it in college days. Is this a group you were with? Memories? Hard to write then? How we all evolve…..
Friends from high school that I was close to for a few years until I drifted off to other types of friends, many of whom are still close to me now.