A Poem for Michael

One of My Original Poems I wrote the background music is that of my late brother playing the keyboard.

The Tired Man

Although I am so tired
Mind runs it is wired
If only I could get sleep
Can’t even count sheep 
There is so much on the mind
Oh bed please be kind
Let me get some rest
Like a bird in its nest
My affinity for my bed
I fall and hit my head
So tired there is no pain
Rest, recovery for my brain

Missing You

I feel him near

His Sounds I Hear

Thoughts of my brother

We comfort one another

Mike my shining light

Asleep dreaming, goodnight

-Chris