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Brother
2005-04-01

I see as a child
how great you are.
I see as an old man,
how troubled you are.

It seems now, that,
we all have struggles.
People lose touch, sometimes.
Why?

I know now, truth.
I look at you and think,
I am so fortunate.
My trouble life is nothing

as your life is hard.
Brother, friend, hero.
I know now,
everything will work out.

As the eagle flies,
to peace, I find,
through you.

James O. Stewart