Free Range Anger

Something has changed and I do not know why Age and anger joined over taxes as the older son With the difficulties of dealing with death’s demands Everyday is another telephone call And I hear your loud yelling I try to read and listen to music And not be near to you or the phone Still I hear then my loud crow cawing And wonder has he heard you nearby Worried about peanuts and that I am withdrawing Its hot today and we do not go out To see the beauty of our oceans and mountains Instead I feel a coldness in my heart The warmth and the caring are departing For instead I feel you hit me daily with arrows Based on an event that is the result of your family’s sorrows Yet I suspect your free range anger even at your wife Though you have forgotten her fight with cancer Is created from dealing with death’s funds which is not an answer For life will end too soon without too many more tomorrows.