Brothers Play Date Poem by Gareth Simpson

Brothers Play Date



brothers? who needs them?
mine were the worst
they mould you then scold you
and rub your face in the dirt

you said were? there still alive?
there dead in my heart
tho buzz like bees in a hive

did i say bees? was it just for the ryhmme?
I meant there like sheep, marching in line

Thursday, July 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: family life
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