Wednesday, 7 January 2015

BROTHER'S LAST CALL

Running on errands with you
Was never so wary
For it should be the last two
Lines in the diary

You came with a smile 
And light of innocence
Which rests many a mile
Too far o'er the fence

Every little craving for more
Every time you knocked me with a punch
That hid me hard for a sore
So bad you sulked, your teeth did crunch.

Through the tears I could see
That genial glow of fun
It is now quite for me to agree
That you departed with the setting Sun.

I still see you dipped in laughter
Flavored with grace and delight
Those wide brows still do sign disaster
For all ill-fated chaps in sight
And for the remaining lines
You be the writer, hereafter.







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