Brother Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield
Brother
I haven't got a home to keep,
I can see bills written in your face.
I only have the clothes I wear,
You freak about 30 degrees and sales.
I haven't got a television,
You unreality-trapped sap.
I don't have a nine-to-five
And the twelve-to-twelve's all mine.
See these eyes?
You can't, not steady,
Especially behind a screwed up note.
Everything angers you.
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4/26/2024 3:20:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
People can have whatever they wish but nothing can make them as happy as love in own heart..good poem thank you for share,10.