September 16, 2006, I got a call my dad was rushed to the hospital, so I did what I have always done I left work and met him there. This particular day I was working on a poem for an event I was hosting, my dad asked me what I was working on so I read him my unfinished poem. He looked at me asked where the rest of it was, I was nonchalant with my response with an "I'm gonna finish it later"

My dad struggled to sit up before he told me these next words... "Air make sure you finish it." Me being me said "of course I'ma finish daddy" He got real serious then said, "Air, I have watched you half-ass shit for a long time now, you have to start finishing what you start". That was the most serious I had ever seen my dad, so I promised him that I would start finishing what I start. After that I worked on this poem all day, every time I tried to share with him he would ask if I was finished my answer was always no. He wouldn't let me read it to him until I was done.

I kept working on it all day, as I went back to his room to tell him I finished it was too late he had just passed.

This was the last poem I was ever inspired to write and it was for the best man that I ever knew, Douglas E. Butler my pop

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