Ballad of The Evan

Born a very long ago
Our hero began his life to grow
Small of stature, but big of heart
Not so strong , but extremely smart
Our little Evan was destined to be
A legend of sorts for you and me
He looked just like an average lad
Always laughing and ever so glad
He had a few physical flaws
A deformed chest and crooked jaws
But surgery corrected his woes
Making him normal right down to his toes
So Evan grew up like a normal boy
Filling his family with love and joy
Soon came a day that he would go
To a new place he did not know
To live with his father in a strange place
But always wearing a smile on his face
He learned many things and excelled in some
He would never be considered a useless bum
Leaving home to live and learn more
Saying goodbye as he left the front door
Alone in the city he traveled around
Finally he stopped and settled down
Working and toiling he learned a thing
And dancing at night he'd often sing
One day he finally did find so dear
A woman he thought he'd forever hold near
They wed and his joy was doubled in ways
And laughter filled many more of his days
A special day came and a gift came to be
Evan was given a son for the world to see
He raised his young charge in the ways of living
Insuring that he would be loving and giving
Then the time came, that his son moved away
And Evan was alone for many a day
He'd go to work and come home at night
But was living in motion and not in a life
Finally his heart gave out with in the dark
Was his life over in a move that was quite stark?
The doctors worked on his heart and his chest
Giving their sincere and professional best
With a prayer from some and hope lost by more
He lay in a bed on the critical care floor
Time and drugs made him recover at last
But becoming bionic was his new life cast
Still loving and caring he went on with living
But his partner for life suddenly stopped giving
Alone he would sleep, alone every night
His life was not happy and no longer bright
Still looking up was his only direction
So he changed things, making a life correction
Instead of living in a life filled with woe
He'd create verses to uplift the soul
Writing from life, he'd rhyme his words so
Creating enjoyment for everyone to know
So ends this part of Evan's life song
Be well my kind readers, he's never quite gone

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