You’re almost gone, I can feel you leave A difficult life, with no reprieve Scarred in the mind emotionally, Your head full of stories sometimes angrily.
You seem like you care, and yet you can be mean The whole world against you - to you it seems And yet, like me, you fall for those who Have no intention of following through.
That girl in Ukraine, she’s not coming here Do you realize it’s been over four years? Now your body is failing and you can’t do self-care And yet you resist letting anyone dare.
From here, there isn’t a lot I can do But I pray a lot and I think you should too ‘Cause I can see that you’ll soon meet your fate, And it might be best to let go on that date.
Your pain will be over, your story all told Your photographs stacked, donated, or sold All of your planes will go where they will So relax, since you’ve only got your time to kill.
(My brother, Nam veteran, disabled, learning disabilities, Parkinson's, seven heart attacks and some stents, bipolar. But he is passionate about his model planes, his photography, and motorcycles.) I would never say these things to him in person - he’s too fragile.
