Curtis Johnson Poet Couplet

My Brother

I last saw him at our oldest sister's funeral.                                                                                                                 Why did death bring us together that dark day?

Why did life show the last of his face to me that day?                                                                                                            Why, oh death, were you so secretive, leaving me clueless?

Had we known this would be our last, we'd have had more to say                                                                                                         I tell you, we were worlds apart, different in so many ways

We fought as kids, talked like men, and lived as brothers                                                                                      Blood brothers, and 19 months separated our ages

I must confess that he was often misunderstood,
because he seldom did the things he should

Comfortable inside his own skin, he had nothing to hide                                                                                        and went out of his way to applaud the success of others

But he certainly danced by the beats of the music he made                                                                                               I never knew if he had a confidant, a hero, anyone he admired

I think that he never heard the drummer of anybody's band,                                                                                                                                                                 
but he was always there for me to give a helping hand

He laughed at his own jokes. He was genuine, the real mcCoy
He was entrepreneurial and creative. I miss his honesty                                    

and graciousness. He lived too fast and died too young                                                                                                                                        I thought we would grow old together, but at 55 and                                         

2000 miles away, he breathed his last and died                                                                                                                          Would to God my dear brother was still alive

121112Soup, Strand Special 5, B Strand, HM

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