My Brothers

Brothers My brothers and I use to climb trees so high Race to see who'd be the first to touch the sky We made castles of paper cardboard boxes and sticks Played great magicians and shared our tricks We built our treehouse-like there was no other I played each day with my friends and brothers I miss those times and my brothers too These days with them are distant and few They're married now and live their own lives Entertaining grandkids and their loving wives Our communication lacks, and we don't talk Each brother feels it's the other's fault One day we will regret the separation, I'm sure Bad blood among brothers only time can cure No one realizes the mistakes they make And as you grow older, it may be too late I lost my youngest brother to the BIG "C." Many years later, it still bothers me He was so young and still in his prime Lots of life left at age thirty-nine So as time goes by, some thoughts fade away As my hair thins and turns to gray My eyesights blurry, and my hearing is gone My time is spent old and alone The ending of my story will be like this The good times with my brothers I surely miss. By, Lpickard