Mixed company, all alike yet none are truly the same. <br />One man says to another—of all his foolish games, he misses his brother the most. <br />For blinded by fear – he in his youth had ran away <br />Colored they had yelled and he <br />He had seen it that way <br />Now with the wisdom of age <br />And values replaced he longs for his brother of that other race <br />So, with one last sigh he downs the next shot, <br />And the other just laughs <br />“Care for another one mate? ” <br />The man grinned, pale gaunt face <br />Stretched tight, and nodded in agreement to his copy.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mixed-company/
