SOMETIME'S I THINK BACK

 

For days, the boy was seen to cry,

This country boy, an early teen,

Who found that death could come between

A boy and his dog…death unforeseen.

In church, she heard her big boy cry,

Tears falling freely from her teen.

 

A boy must grow into a man,

And from that day, he walked alone,

And sought some friends far from his home,

Too far for him at night to roam.

I wonder if it was God’s plan,

His plan to take my brother home.

 

The clock had nearly passed by one,

And now the boy held out his thumb

A ride back home he hoped to bum;

The cars were few… one had to come.

Then came the one, the fated one…

The one that fate had bid to come.

 

The driver didn’t see him there…

But now lay broken at his feet.

This lonely boy of just sixteen,

He now lay dying on the street.

With eyes of blue and light brown hair,

My brother died upon that street.

 

…But left was one, one other son…

Until cruel fate, it struck again,

And like before, here came the pain,

And back the tears that fell like rain.

Fate took the same… the other one…

She buried then… the second son.

 

*In memory of My brothers, Gary 16 and Brian 36.

After all these years, I still miss them.