[196 words] There once was a ladWho often got madAt his brother while they were at play.He would fuss and fightWith all of his mightAnd, oh, the ugly things he would say! You never could tellFrom the way he’d yellIf he had any love in his heart.He never gave thoughtNot even when caughtThat he and his brother would part. Then one dreary nightDeath’s angel took flightTook the soul of his brother away.Then thoughts of the pastHad meaning at lastBut too late for the Angel’s delay. He prayed for a chanceTo stop Time’s advance,To correct all the wrongs he had done.He found out too lateYou can’t compensateAfter Death makes its call and has won Now all the day longHe thinks of his wrongWith his heart full of sadness and grief.He mourns and he criesAs tears fill his eyesBut nothing will bring him relief. Be kind while you canGrow up hand in…