Too late for kindness..

September poetry number fifteen. I found a old journal. 100 poems, never been published anywhere. Number one, 1990 poetry.

Too late for kindness.

I wanted my brothers to be successful, like me.

I wanted to help them, succeed in their life and

I forgot to be kind.

I knew work and money only.

I wanted everything and

I forgot to tell them.

My brothers, come to me.

When your life is hard and 

I will be your friend, I will listen to you.

Please tell your problems and your fear.

Kind people have told me.

You couldn't have stop them and

they controlled their life.

But my heart tells me,

I am empty and disappointed with myself.

For who I was.

After the second funeral, I changed.

My life is a journey to find forgiveness.

I know my old goals were useless ventures and

now I must repent.

I feel as guilty as the rope,

they put on their necks.

I learn too late.

Everyone need kind words, a place to rest.

Not lectures and negative words.

Seeking wealth, a forgotten dream now.

Like, all fools, I learn too late.

We must be the kind souls who people can come to.

Feel safe and today.

I wished I told them.

If you are scared or need a friend.

Please come to me.

I forgot to tell them,

I loved them.

When I saw my two brothers.

I saw strong hands, I saw strong bodies and

I didn't see their fear where,

death was sweeter than life.

I told the sea often, I told the night often.

I am sorry my brothers.

I wished I told you. I love you more.

Please God of life and death.

Be kind to two twenty years old boys,

who sought death over life.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

Some things flow ever so nicely and then others struggle from everyday to just find light. When we are close to someone, yet we still can't see what's happening inside them. Often so many struggle in silence till the end. Nice strong words about life's trouble ;-}

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend for reading and the comment. I agree with your thoughts. We don't know how someone is feeling. Always better to be kind.

[Ken e Bujold]

Sadly Coyote, it seems we only learn to cherish what we had through regret. A beautiful poem of honest self-examination. Been there, so believe me when I say the pain of our regret is the seed that leads to our enlightenment

Ken e

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Ken. We must learn the hard lessons. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John.. I feel that way about my Cousins. I was an only Child. I am the oldest Grandchild and last of all Cousins, but one… to be living now. My paternal grandmother had three boys and three girls… they are all at Rest now. So I am kind to people I meet everywhere. We are one World on a Raft at Sea… stopping on Sandy Beaches to Sing and Dance. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat. You are right. We need to be kind. We don't know if someone was having a bad day. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some times tough love is too tough...and we forget the emotional support...
and this is such a strong write...and so sad. That fear is not always easy to spot. We cannot see it through the love we feel for ones so close.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Jacob. Suicide, a hidden demon and thank you for reading and the comment.