Troy was a good man
He lived a good life
He would go out of his way to help anyone, do anything
He could fix anything that was broken
Except his heart
He built a lot of things
He built an empire
He did it his way
And only his way
Refusing to listen to others
Who may have known differently
The empire collapsed in on itself
He died bankrupt and penniless
Leaving nothing behind but a hole
He was a good man
He was good to his family
He loved his children
Except one
He treated one with contempt
Nothing was ever good enough, right enough, not even close
He had reasons, sure, rationales
Maybe he felt he gave too much to one too early
Maybe the one cost too much early on
Maybe there were too many bad memories of her
Regardless, he was despised
Condemned
In the end, he left a legacy of a good man
No one ever remembers the bad stuff
We never speak badly of the dead
Thus, we never learn from them either
I may be my father’s son
But I won’t be my father
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