Don't ever loose your brother
And always keep him near
Never say yo hate him
Tell him your always there.
The pain of losing my brother
Is something I can not bear
He is gone, but I did not know
Because I was not there.
I did not know this would be his last night
I did not know that I would ever shed a tear
I did not know that I would miss him
Until I heard he had died.
I did not tell him that I loved him when I could
I was not there to comfort him, when I could
Brother, brother you are gone but it will not be for an eternity.
Because we will surely meet again.
We will recount the good, the bad, the happiness, the sadness and pain.
So keep my place free beside you, because we will
Surely meet again
Goodnight brother.
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A refined poetic imagination, Anthony Acquah. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.