I am so sorry mother
I was consumed by my youth
Maybe I did not love you
Quite as much as you deserved
My life devoured my thoughts
Tomorrow was far away
I didn’t understand how much
I would miss not seeing you
Category: Free Verse
In the End
What will my final years bring I wonder
Will I set here and stare at the blank walls
Reliving days of my youthful glory
While waiting for my final curtain call
Or rush to the fray with all my fury
To fight for every breath and take it all
Chisel my own epitaph on my stone
“A life well lived, he did not die alone”
Old Soldier
I can see it in your face;
How proud you are that you stood for freedom
I can see it in your tears;
As you watch the world call us the enemy
I can see it tear at your heart;
When selfish people refuse to stand
I can see how your stomach churns;
Every time the flag is burned
I can see it eating away at your emotions;
When black hates white or white hates black
I can see your anger rise;
When the world spits on America
I can see your blood boil
When we cower in the corner too afraid to offend
I can see it in your hatred;
When you load the gun
I can see it in your smile;
After you have talked to God
Changes
I have seen many years;
They have not changed me
I have lived life;
Life has not defeated me
I have seen death;
Death has not altered me
I have known love;
Love has not abandoned me
I have seen darkness;
Darkness has not frightened me
I have felt failure;
Failure has not weakened me
I will sing my songs;
My words will comfort me
Old Age
Old Age
No sex
No alcohol
No smoking
No drugs
No greasy food
No walking
No standing
No breathing
No living
Jerry Brotherton 