while he eats the mouse
the hungry fox does not care—
if the chase was fair
Tag: death
It’s Hard to Let Go
On Christmas day before he died,
I went home to visit my dad.
The house was full of family,
our mood was quite somber and sad.
We drifted in and out the room,
where he lay dying in his bed.,
Each of us sharing memories,
saying the words that needed said.
Those last days perhaps the hardest,
as death became reality.
We made the promise to ourselves,
to hold on to his memories.
We were grasping for any hope,
all my brothers, sisters, and me.
We had not yet convinced ourselves,
it was time to let him be free.
Be free to hunt that long coon hunt,
that will never come to an end.
To dance his jig among his friends,
to lie beside his wife again.
Goodbye my beloved father,
in my heart you will always be.
Place a kiss on my mother’s cheek,
and tell her that it is from me.
Don’t Forget to Live
Let me tell you about a friend of mine,
said having fun was just a waste of time.
He thought life owed him more than what he got.
When he looked around on that final day,
he found himself alone, it’s sad to say.
His money had piled high, but his memories had not.
Voting Booth
there's a reset switch
that will let us start over
called a voting booth
I don't think anyone can look at the actions of America's modern Gestapo and tell me that they believe everything is fine. When we are willing to trade our freedom for a few cents off the price of a gallon of gas or a dozen eggs something is seriously off kilter. I don't care if you believe in the current administration or not. Wrong is wrong. When one man has caused so much hate, that the tear in the fabric of our nation has become so wide, action must be taken before it becomes unmendable.
Sitting here on my tiny pile of rocks in the middle of the Ozarks of Missouri, seems to me the answer is pretty darn plain to see. Democracy does not mean, all for one. But one for all. When that one is trying to change the majority to suit him, then the majority must act.
Your vote is your biggest voice of any protest. From the local dogcatcher to the president, every election matters. Every vote matters. Vote as if your life depends on it—because it does.
Now That I’ve Reached a Certain Age (Part Two)
Now that I’ve reached a certain age
I worry that every bill
I get in the mail
could be the one
that tips the scale
that drops my accounts
below nil.
Even though
I’ve cut all the corners until
it’s now just a straight line
to the poor house
sliced the potatoes so thin
you can read the past due
notices through them
and still don’t have enough
left over to pay
attention or buy that
lottery ticket to salvation
Jerry Brotherton 