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