Death gave us a holiday
We could not afford
Nor spare the time,
But when our brother took
His last breath,
It called us home.
Now we've cried and consoled,
Said sad goodbyes to seattle, his home,
Traveling 94 East via Greyhound,
Seeing America - $50 one way.
My play-sister sniffles,
As it was truly her brother,
I being friend to them both,
Boast that I am true kin,
The years, more than 30 making it so...
94 East
Did'nt have the money or the time,
'Til death made us a holiday
And along the highway memories
Of our brother wave us on.
Friday - Mountain Time 8: 45 p.m.
A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes
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