Daniel was the class clown; but only on the surface,
Made his peers laugh loud with every joke blurted,
His facade perfect.. He daily left his teachers floored,
As they taught... They thought; his jokes meant he ignored,
The submitted work of course, was – Truly terrific,
The big “C” on his letter men was purely prolific,
Each score he'd thank god, then blow a kiss to the cheer squad,
One goddess would catch it, her beauty un-flawed,
A vivacious vixen – with more color than a prism,
Hazel eyes positioned on silky skin un-christened,
A smile that gleams, pearly whites encompassed in serene,
A face inside of dreams, no body cuz her mind is what we fiend,
Sara's natural elegance is second to her scholastic competence,
Both can choose any college due to academic dominance,
A match made in heaven, a couple so perfect,
From the outside... As I've merely scratched the surface.
Graduation in six months; They're prepared to fly the nest,
But a tiny seed can interject and make dreams defect,
It seems timing's incorrect, for a bump to sprout,
Daniel's proud, scared; but overcoming every doubt,
His first thought, fright; who recruits a kid with a kid and wife?
But reality strikes; The bliss felt cut fear, out like a knife,
Sara on the other hand, just a bit uncertain,
She'd be burdened with being round at the cap and gown sermon,
So options were discussed, and sacrifices made,
It wasn't his stomach so his decision ¼ weighed,
Sara held majority, but Daniel trusted her,
She's smart and loveable; intelligence unmeasurable...
“Daniel, pick me up. I can't drive. I need a ride home. @ the clinic”
His eye's flare open... His heart crushed his soles...
His mind crashed and burned; the text being the coals...
Time's stagnant; Lungs strain excessively,
His octave, is bitch made; as he weeps depressingly...
“I'll never have the chance to offer what I can!
I'll never be a man! Never forgive you and I'll never understand!
How Sara? I thought we had an agreement.
Our bond is broken, walk home. You're dead to me you heathen!
The worst part?
There's not even a stone plot I can visit to mourn,
Instead, there's a dumpster...
The grave site of OUR seed..
That wasn’t even born”...