Built to write

Write it all down

On paper with pen

Original

And then

Revise

Or hope to

But keep writing

I have to

Wait in the title

Of the book

That we hold so dearly

Nearly

Passed out

Waiting for changes

To come

Maybe we have to

Wait inherently

It is written in the code

The only one we know

The books we read

Have told

Us

That in weak times

Progress is put on hold

How can we change the

Narrative

As we grow up

As we grow

Old

Pace yourself

For the speed of life

Prepare

With your eyes wide

Memories come and go

In the blink of a moment

So do not forgo

A loved one

Or a special time

Don’t waste your time

Standing in line

Life and experience

Will whip past you

I know as I see memories

Come and go

I learn of its transience

On my own

And I can already see it

Passing down the road

A day comes

When everything changes

For the better

Much better

Looking up and seeing the weather

Under the sun of Lake Michigan

We embrace

We love

We hold each other up

When we are down

Hold on when we are still around

I love my brother and wish him well

So that one day his kids he will tell

That love is what found him

When he was not looking

But now life changes

When love has moved in

A sweet Strawberry Hill

When we grew up

Didn’t know much

But what we knew

Helped us as we grew

Brothers together

Brothers alone

Getting older

And only talking on the phone

I remember Strawberry Hill

In a simpler time

Easy place

Growing up

Now we feel so straight lace

When we were kids

We never thought today would come

But underneath this Lake Michigan sun

There is nowhere left to run

But together

Brothers

As one

A present

In the present

Tense

Can be tense

People angry

Remitting attention

Observant

Defiant

Presents given

Presents taken

How can we gift

To each others

When anger prevails

The wind in our sails

Feel free to wait

For perfection

Or whatever your pursuit

Hope for the best

And trying to see it through

Some will laugh

At attempts made

But at least we are trying

Up here

Rather than sleeping in

The shade

Wake up to myself

Is sometimes the hardest part

Of learning to grow

Accept the quirks

Strange ticks

In life

In voice

But fear can not be

A driver of hope

Love not a driver of

Fear

So learning to let go

To accept fear as a part

Not as a whole

And move on

And hope for the best

I can be

Tide mornings

Through window panes

Grass bending

From the breeze

A fresh-water start

As it could be the sea

What mornings teach me

I always seem to learn

That in a deep breathe in

A good day must be earned