Each family has its up and downs,
siblings have their rubs.
For many “That’s OK” is enough,
some have tires ripped from their hubs.

The search goes on for who’s to blame,
a quest to pin the reason.
Funny that someone's held on trial,
verdict found high treason.

Instructions given from dawn to dusk
when young and innocent,
cut grooves that scare the very soul
and set a precedent.

Time has a way of healing most,
forgives, often exposes,
actions and words said in blurred eyesight,
assumptions and supposes.

Life times pass with hurt feelings,
bad blood has but one stench.
Am I the one who drew his sword?
Am I the monkey wrench?

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards