Poetic Feelings
47,013 poems read
MY BROTHER MICHAEL
My brother Michael was a fine old boy,
Brought our family a lot of joy;
I loved his sense of humor and his smile,
He was forthright and honest, without guile.
Michael's temper could get pretty bad,
Nobody ever liked to see him mad;
He had four children and a pretty wife,
There was lots of excitement in his life.
Michael was a musician, played bass guitar,
Fingering bass strings, he was best by far;
He even had a Grammy Award under his hat,
Many musicians never accomplish that.
Sometimes his mood would swing to sad,
But for the most part he was happy and glad;
A good husband, father, son and brother,
Michael was always devoted to our mother;
When he died, there were so many tears,
Which still flow after all these years.
My dear Michael, from this life did depart,
But he'll always dwell deep within my heart.
My brother Michael was a fine old boy,
Brought our family a lot of joy;
I loved his sense of humor and his smile,
He was forthright and honest, without guile.
Michael's temper could get pretty bad,
Nobody ever liked to see him mad;
He had four children and a pretty wife,
There was lots of excitement in his life.
Michael was a musician, played bass guitar,
Fingering bass strings, he was best by far;
He even had a Grammy Award under his hat,
Many musicians never accomplish that.
Sometimes his mood would swing to sad,
But for the most part he was happy and glad;
A good husband, father, son and brother,
Michael was always devoted to our mother;
When he died, there were so many tears,
Which still flow after all these years.
My dear Michael, from this life did depart,
But he'll always dwell deep within my heart.
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
My Brother Michael
My Brother Michael