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”
Tag: death
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
Crochet
Red, orange, yellow, purple, blue and green;
The colors flow smoothly from her fingers
A rainbow of yarn like I’ve never seen
So absorbed in her I stop and linger
With every twist of her agile wrist
I watch intently as the afghan grows
Without looking, she creates every stitch
Then carefully crochets them into rows
The weight of it on her is comforting
Its warmth blocks out the chilly winter air
Still I can’t keep myself from wondering
Will it soon be too much for her to bear?
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
Each New Day I Wonder
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
Your warmth draws me awake and
My lips caress your beauty
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
My arms pull you to me as
I whisper I love you
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
That you will comfort me or
Ease my pain with your touch
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
That I will dream of you
Jerry Brotherton 