My brother Jac I love him dearly
I'd tell him but... he would not hear me,
He'd doubt my words and think lied,
that I had some alteria motive hid inside,
He would not believe I was sincere
yes I could tell him but... he would not hear,
you see my brother believes the whole world hates him
conspires behind his back and slates him,
For past misdeeds,too long forgotten,
he believes we look on him as rotten,
where as in fact, I for one,
recall so little of what was done,
In youth, or in much latter years,
it's so sad it brings my close to tears,
To think that though I love him dearly,
my brother Jac will never hear me.
By S E Ralph
4-12-2013
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Back to Jac. By reaching out in this poem, you may have reached him. I remember when my father and his brother came together at their mothers funeral and buried the hatchet. Once he gets over his depression and paranoia, if he is still alive, he may be the one seeking you out. Time has a way of healing old wounds.
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