To Bare With My Many Seeds Poem by Curtis Mosby

I have corrupted life.
Proven to be so fragile.
From the birth of a child and another.
I hope to live thru my brother's.
Never knowing the pain I endured, would make me suffer even more.
Maybe it my upbringing that was feed to them.
The dark days of sinful men.
Familiar name to the news.
I refuse to shelter my heart away.
They are my children.
Bare witness to thier live's.
One day they will die and I will grieve.
And that how I come to bare with my many seeds.