Pillar of support

Standing bowed, bent with age

coarse, weathered gray 

with no other to assuage

their burden of the day

Yet faithful to duty

they shoulder the weight of brothers

no longer a thing of beauty

tattooed by the abuse of others

Could be your father or any old man

neighbor, a gracious host

or any other than

but no, my house's corner post

Reviews

[Marie]

As we age we are bowed beneath our burdens with nobody to help us. It is a sad, cold and hard fact of life, dear Soren. Yet, the elderly help their brothers who have been abused regardless of their own burdens. They are all welcome in the poet's home and I know that they will find he is the best friend in the whole world who will do everything within his power to help them in any and every way that he can. A very thought provoking write, dear Soren. Thank you so very much for sharing this excellently penned poem, so insightful and sublime, dear friend...

[Soren]

Thanks Marie this was thought of as I looked at the gray wood beam holding up the roof. I appreciate so much for your read and comment.

[Marie]

Ah! I got the wrong end of the stick again, dear Soren! Thank you for your so kind explanation, I so appreciate it. Wondrous metaphoric gem and a truly great write, dear friend... Thank you again...

[Soren]

No Marie they were both intended to work what you feel is what counts

[Marie]

You are too kind, my lovely friend. Gratitude with brightest Blessings your way, dear Soren...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This poem reminds me of the possible new trial for the Menendez brothers and the question of whether abuse leads to actions like they took, and who exactly is responsible.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob appreciate the read and comment