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The Golden Boy

written by: Ian Fletcher



I was your golden boy
until I failed to achieve
what you dreamed for me
all those years ago.

Alas, it’s many a day
since you passed away
so I remain unforgiven
for it is now too late
to make amends
or return to the fold
to be shriven like
the prodigal of old.

Ian Fletcher

Ian Fletcher

Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in Duane’s PoeTree, Tuck Magazine, Best Poetry, The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Spillwords Press, Dead Snakes, Your One Phone Call, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Literary Yard, Indian Periodical, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, The Drabble, and in various anthologies.
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