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There once was a lad
Who often got mad
At his brother while they were at play.
He would fuss and fight
With all of his might
And, oh, the ugly things he would say!
You never could tell
From the way he’d yell
If he had any love in his heart.
He never gave thought
Not even when caught
That he and his brother would part.
Then one dreary night
Death’s angel took flight
Took the soul of his brother away.
Then thoughts of the past
Had meaning at last
But too late for the Angel’s delay.
He prayed for a chance
To stop Time’s advance,
To correct all the wrongs he had done.
He found out too late
You can’t compensate
After Death makes its call and has won
Now all the day long
He thinks of his wrong
With his heart full of sadness and grief.
He mourns and he cries
As tears fill his eyes
But nothing will bring him relief.
Be kind while you can
Grow up hand in hand
Spreading love to its ultimate height.
This tragedy here
You won’t have to fear
If only you’ll do what is right.
William C. Pulley
Mount Morris, Ml