
Brother
– can you spare the time –
The while not my bide To thus beg for a dime, For my perishing hide Too soon had its time, Hence afore I’m dead Mightn’t one not tout, If you hadn’t yet read I am no more about, For ominous debate May but allow doubt, Afore I be deaths bate Ought find while alive, Can you spare the time, A word or more tho late To be that brother mine! ode to a lost brother… © Jean-Jacques Fournier
Recalling those stories Of the great depression, In 1929 to 1933 to WW2 Be common to the times, Being prelude to ill ease Found compose a poem, Implores please, Brother Can you spare a dime, As the situate entreats Thus to spare the time!
Images - Private & public Music - Misery, by Jani Ukkonen Audio recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier ov written in Sweetsburg January 19, 2013 abridged edition June 21, 2021