Poetry. About friendship along the way.

Brothers

By Paul Klusman

Into this world we two were thrown
Another man and me
To chart our path on cobblestone
The grass, the wind, and sea

Our characters both were noble strong
Yet flawed as any man
We followed each a road along
Where trials and fortune ran

Made our way then by and by
One path to the other
Long last stood there eye to eye
Brother next to brother

No need of salutation
All formality dispell
For out of all creation
We knew each other well

The distant far horizon showed
Our eyes to lead the way
We turned and set upon the road
Us two as one that day

Battered by the tempest rains
Cheered by skies of blue
As ever moonlight grows and wanes
As ever did we two

The joys we shared were doubled
Whenever fortune smiled
Wherever days were troubled
More quickly reconciled

Then finally reaching journey’s end
And resting weary souls
Much better tired hearts to mend
Much lesser journey’s tolls

Much richer profits that we shared
From toil we had done
Whatever dreams that we had dared
The bolder two as one

We paused for good reflection
We raised our glasses high
We toasted true affection
We said our last goodbye

And parting to our separate ways
Though further years begotten
Would brothers be in all the days
Gone but not forgotten