Why must I
Continue
Living alone
Apart
Exiled
From loved ones
Whose love died.
Is it pride
Or politics
Or perception
That old is bad
No not really
Just that tomorrow
Will always be there
And though time is
A mirage
Doors do close
Thar cannot be
Reopened.
How sad
That our futures
Are missing
The relevant past
As we ignore our Fathers
And mothers
But this is nothing new.
Worse may be
The public show
For the credits
Or the cash
Bought with bitterness
Swallowed
Souring stomachs
With the bile
Of resentment.
We clear our arteries
But clog our hearts
And cloud our minds
With imaginary
Grievances
Over trivial pursuits
That rob our lives
Of meaning.
And yet the truth is found
The prodigal reunion
But that story
Is unfinished
The joy
Diminished
Until brothers
Remember
Their love
Matters more than
Their way.
