“Bitter branches”
Bitter branches
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
J.B Harvey. Her poetic words made me want to write tonight.
Bitter branches
Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.
They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.
The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body get wore down.
Cruel nature never loses. Teaches us better to be humble than to live in a realm of
fake dreams and old victories. Wise men know. The past is lost, cannot be returned.
Resentment and old hate. Will make a sorrowful ending.
Life is disorder and confusion. Stale memory must be lost and we must falter to new hope and dreams. Men who branches turn bitter and cold with time. Find the hallow heart and accept living in the asylum of the loneliness.
Grandpa told me. I want no negative words in my house. Discard your anger at the door and sit with me. Please share a story with me. Life is a portrait of many things. No perfect life son. Just lead with love and kindness. You can’t live holding hate. Forgive and move on.
I sit by the river and I’m lagging behind my grandchildren. Old age and tired legs had led me here. Today I told my grandson, like I was told by the old branches who held me up. Don’t speak negative words. Celebrate the good days and protect the family.
Coyote/John Castellenas
.
Bend the bamboo while it’s still a shoot, you’re just doing the right thing on reminding your grandchildren what your grandfather taught you..
LikeLiked by 1 person
We must share the good wisdom. Grandparent have great responsibility. The teacher of the children.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed! ☺
LikeLike
great song, great album, great artist.. great choice.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I agree. She is one of my favorites. Rock n Roll or slow. She can sing.
LikeLiked by 1 person