Too late for kindness…


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
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