(98) Brother, Can You Spare A Minute?

(98) Brother, Can You Spare A Minute?

A Poem by Chris Smith Welshpoetcs

Hello my brother
Can you spare a moment?
So glad to see you

I've been down on my luck
Living in this alley these days
Always a meal or two in the trash

So how have you been keeping?
Good to hear about the wife and kids
I understand you don't want me visiting

Oh, you want to know about Mary?
She left me a couple years ago
My own fault, too much work

The job took away all my time
Mary was feeling a little rejected
So she found herself another lover

But the job decided to let me go
I kind of allowed myself to go to Hell
So I found myself without a job or home

Yeah I heard about little brother Billy
He joined the army and went off to fight
I miss him, I wish i went to the funeral

Oh, have you really got to go?
Yeah, I know it's been good to talk
My brother, you are always a busy man

Don't be a stranger now, visit soon
I am always living in this alley, here
Always here, drinking my bottle of rye



copyright Chris Smith 2010       

© 2011 Chris Smith Welshpoetcs


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The complexity of life in a simple poem.
Or is it not simple at all, but complexity explained in a easily understood way..? Here lies the true skill of a poet. Here lies the skill of Chris Smith.
In nine short stanzas he writes an epic poem;
The compaction of years of bad choices,and the sorrow it wrought- in just a few lines.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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There are many questions this poem inspires about what set up the entire scenario, but you did a wonderful job of capturing our attention and just inspiring us to live in the moment. The story was heartbreaking....but written with a hand heavy with empathy. It calls for us all to evaluate the relationships in our lives.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my, this is tragic and brilliant. finely phrased and more. Most of all it says truth in the gentlest of tones, yet hits home with a wallop.

' Don't be a stranger now, visit soon
I am always living in this alley, here
Always here, drinking my bottle of rye ' .. .. .. heart-breaking.

Nothing less than superb .. people should read this over and over, then weep, feeling their own pathetic guilt.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is sad but I think it pulls at our heartstrings because it is so true.. It reminds me of a song and I can't think of it.. James Taylor maybe about a father and a son...hmm either way.. you did a great job with this Chris as always..:) x

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is deeply sad, and reality is that the homeless are everywhere.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The places mankind ends up and how we think we could never end up there but are actually only one second away.......excellent my friend

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The complexity of life in a simple poem.
Or is it not simple at all, but complexity explained in a easily understood way..? Here lies the true skill of a poet. Here lies the skill of Chris Smith.
In nine short stanzas he writes an epic poem;
The compaction of years of bad choices,and the sorrow it wrought- in just a few lines.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This unfortunate man was given so little time--or, anything else, for that matter--by his own brother. Profoundly tragic, Chris. Just heartrending.
An extremely well-written, truly significant piece.



Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
Chris Smith Welshpoetcs

Cardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United Kingdom



About
Started writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..