Any job you do not love
Is a job that never ends
The way to make it better
Is to share it with a friend
Regrets
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
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”
Jerry Brotherton 