Poetic Verses
That Balm of Gilead
He uttered a prayer in earnest
For his parents, long-time dead
An apology he truly felt
That needed to be said.
He tearfully entreated them
And bemoaned that it was best
That neither of them lived to see
Their family so distressed.
Torn apart by petite jealousies
And estrangements still unclear
A rancor spread by hatefulness
That worsens year to year.
Causing loved ones soon to scatter
And strangers come to be
Forgetting they are bound by blood
To a common ancestry.
He saw this coming early on
After both of them had died
But had no way of stopping it
Although in vain he tried.
And he never thought it possible
That things could be this way
Having been so sure love would survive
Regardless, come what may.
But his prayer was really not for them
For his parents, long-time dead
Oh no, that Balm of Gilead
Was for himself instead.
For his parents, long-time dead
An apology he truly felt
That needed to be said.
He tearfully entreated them
And bemoaned that it was best
That neither of them lived to see
Their family so distressed.
Torn apart by petite jealousies
And estrangements still unclear
A rancor spread by hatefulness
That worsens year to year.
Causing loved ones soon to scatter
And strangers come to be
Forgetting they are bound by blood
To a common ancestry.
He saw this coming early on
After both of them had died
But had no way of stopping it
Although in vain he tried.
And he never thought it possible
That things could be this way
Having been so sure love would survive
Regardless, come what may.
But his prayer was really not for them
For his parents, long-time dead
Oh no, that Balm of Gilead
Was for himself instead.
