When mother died
a man with a cloud took me for a beast.
When father died
I stood in a hole & spoke to a crowd.
When brother died
I had to get in behind the next one down.
When sister died
health was so sick you couldn’t buy money.
When I die
human shame will lose a friend.
From: http://www.softblow.org/philiphammial.html
Date: 2014
By: Philip Hammial (1976- )
From Troubles of The World 