the days that pass are ill spent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When the first steps to adulthood are taken.

Submitted: February 25, 2015

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Submitted: February 25, 2015

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The days that pass are ill spent,

Without the cheerful innocence

Of the person dearest to my heart;

O, how my life keeps us apart.

 

 

You wonder of my being

Day to day without me seeing;

Our mourning is differently felt,

But sadness is sadness dealt.

 

 

I yearn for your embrace,

The smile on your face,

To feel your happiness again

And sigh with peace again.

 

 

From birth, we were together

Facing the obstacles, no matter;

What could stumble in our path

To tear us apart?

 

 

The independent steps grow

And yet I feel more sorrow

Than I have ever known.

O, how little I've you shown!

 

 

Dear brother, I love you,

I will continue to

For the rest of my days

Till my soul no longer stays.


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