Tag: life

Transitions

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry4 Comments

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Ah yes there’s the rub; life’s small transitions

A birth to youth, youth to age, age to death

Much too quickly my brothers and sisters

Have passed through their veil of reality

And now join the orchestra of rapture

Too quickly I follow their lanterns glow

Sing to me a song, my Angels of grief

I can’t remember my life from before

Carefree and chasing the forever more

Maybe there are some things that can be left unsaid. But, I love you, is not it.

On By Jerry BrothertonIn flash, Short Stories20 Comments

When I was young my parents told me that I would wish I had this time to live again. I have to say that I thought they were a bit senile. Who in their right mind would want to live with no TV, cell phone or Facebook? Who wants to fish in clean water, breathe unpolluted air, or play in the middle of the street without harm? Who needs to sleep through a silent night or wake early to play in dew covered grass? Who needs simplicity, friends …family? Why would I long to hug my father, to kiss my mother’s brow, to tell my brothers and sisters I love them.

“Not me,” said the ignorance of youth.

 

We Are All Just Children

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming9 Comments

When I was a child, I knew how to fly

But I chose for myself a safer road

I trudged on through the tedium of life

With feet firm on the ground I bore life’s load

 

I let money and possessions rule me

Now where is the boy who knew how to live

Too afraid of what other people see

So frightened that I have nothing to give

 

Perhaps that is what is wrong with the world

Too afraid of what other people think

To be what we are, in the eyes of God

Innocent children playing on the brink

 

I will not slip into oblivion.

But kick and scratch to get every drop

Hold on to youthful ways and try to fly

Maybe I’ll fail, but I will never stop

Old Soldier

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry16 Comments

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