My brother
You asked me for my help
But I did not understand.
You reached out for my help
But I did not take your hand.
You wrote you needed help
But I did not read your letter.
You told me you were sick
But I did nothing to make it better.
You asked me for my help
But I made you wait.
By the time I was ready to help
You were gone I was to late.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment