Poems from MiKESdaPoet
My life has always been very noisy
Yet we always walked together
My eldest brother would shout
Yet I listened
My senior brother would be...
There is a reason we sleep at night
so we can paint our own canvas of light
Funny how the brightest thoughts
occur in the darkest places...
If death were to come tomorrow
What would you say?
Would you say you were satisfied with life
Or was it just okay?
Would you beg and plead...
Shoulders tired
Legs getting weak
The last man standing of three
Called to duty young
Carrying hopes and dreams
None of your own
But made...
I gave a shout
And do what I do,
And they give a boo
I gave a talk
And do what I do
And they give a boo
I gave a whisper
And do what I do...