My Poetry

Brothers

Happy, that's how I used to be,
Happy with everything but never me.
I'm not religious of any kind,
If you were to ask me I'd say it's in the mind.
I would judge myself but never others,
Always thinking about how we're brothers.

Some good words can come from prayer,
But it's up to us not to layer and layer.
The key is to take the advice,
But not treat others like they are mice.
Try to see what it's like through different eyes,
You never know what it's like on the other side.

I've been gray before,
Death has even knocked at my door.
Even though I was near the end,
I never did make that final bend.
To hurt ones self is to hurt another,
And after all we are all brothers.