Sorry About the House That Fell on Your Sister
by Tony Whitaker
Weve come to the edge of a stream I see,
This rill of life that I walk with thee.
With you Ive walked many a mile.
Weve worked and worried, but always smile.
A band of brothers we are indeed,
Meeting the needs of our company.
We stand together for most of the day,
Doing our deeds without delay.
Now as I view this vexing verse,
And this stream we must again traverse.
Allow me to straddle this brook so wide
And lift you tenderly to the other side.
To stroll together as we tread this trail
Though we are different we will not fail
For we have proven how we are great
And forbid all others to debate.
Now as we face yet another stream,
Another barrier we bridge as a team
Always, without question, well decide
Who will lift us to the other side?
Posted on 12/16/2006
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 12/17/06 at 03:15 AM|
I love how the title seems to sit perpendicular to the message of this. Really cool. S2 really reminded me of the camaraderie where I work. I know I'm blessed to work with the fantastic folks I do. S4 reminds me of a problematic area we're facing that troubles me. This was wonderful!
|Posted by Alisa Js on 12/19/06 at 10:22 PM|
I enjoyed this one... and the title is absolutely hilarious...although, on the flip side, a great metaphor for the love shared .... towards the object of the poem the persona was addressing.. aloha..;-)