Huckleberry Finn




Everyone thinks of me as trash,

and I reckon I am trash—

pitiful, neglected, in need of lye soap, a Bible


and a Bible-thumpin' for good measure.

I don't care about all that.

I've lived with it long enough. I reckon I judge them


about as hard as they judge me. It's Becky

I'm thinkin' about. She can't,

or won't, look beyond what her eyes see.


She can't, or won't, see the man. I'm a good man.

Someday I'll prove it. For now,

Tom has her. He doesn't know what he has,


nor does he appreciate her. He takes a lot for granted,

and pokes fun, and has fun.

He's had a few knocks, but nothin' hard.


I'm a-leavin', but I'll be back, I'll be back for Becky.

I hope she grows up by then, I hope

she becomes the woman I think she'll become.


I hope she knows the difference between a man and a boy.

I hope she knows I'm the man,

and Tom—Tom will be a boy until the day he dies.




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Written on 2017-06-10 at 02:50

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm glad to find Huck here. He's the sort who'll make a fine man, with the rough experience, much like a young start-up cowboy (west of the Mississippi). Tom might have all the trimmins, but Huck, he's got grit. And, grits come to think of it. :)

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You nake me want to go back and re read those great stories. He was always my favorite! Coincidentally I am spending some time in a riverboat with quiet evenings for reading.
Good one!