The Street Cycle

Dedicated to my childhood friends.

I was a sweet child of seven

when my sixteen year old brother

left Earth for Heaven

On streets I rose

had tons of fun and laughter

with warm-hearted but evil brewing boys

As always in life, the time

moved on and we scattered

nostalgia washed over me, I wanted us back and together

Age arrived

now I`m twenty, bright and wise

all of my vast compassion from my past

continued to rise 

as I witnessed a lack of humanity through my deep brown eyes

What hurt me the most

people mangled one another

thrived when they anchored a fellow man in the gutter

My brother`s friends

never took steps to approach me

or offered a help to a child

I riled

but to see them struggled in this hell

I chose to feel with them

My childhood comrades

showed me care and love

for early I befriended death

so it was my duty and honor

to cherish you, and never forget

Now... sit by me, old friend

I shall reach you

I`ll teach you to upgrade thy self

so you can breath in better tomorrow

so your family can live with honor

Reviews

[wander girl]

OMG!!!soooo heart touching this one is.....
nicely written.....each line strongly express itself and of course you as well...
keep writing

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Wander Girl

I appreciate your honest and insightful comment.

[wander girl]

Pleasure is mine.....