I heard it said
Men’s fortunes died,
And later read
Near nation wide,
While few survived
Were to have cried,
Brother please
Can you spare a dime,
Alas a prelude to the times…
It’s now my stead
Afore I’m meant to die,
Or you’d have read
About my defunct hide,
Tho I shan’t beg a dime
Might you not now
Allow yourself to doubt,
Another’s take
On our alleged debate,
For soon too we be gone,
So spare the while alive
Just for a time,
To be that brother mine!
ode to a lost brother