Monday, May 21, 2012

Brothers True

He's bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh,
But he lacks sameness, has not quite the mesh
That keeps brothers, or sisters, together;
We are not, as it were, birds of feather.
His age waxes four years ahead of mine,
Yet he's not so much older as mature.
When he was a lad, a youth of nine
He knew how to behave, he was so sure
Of himself, knew how to treat all women,
Knew to respect companions; went through a rough
Patch with his family, and all of his friends:
Acted like a jerk at times, acted all tough.
For all his talents, his weaknesses to,
Experience is what ties brothers true.

                     Brothers True, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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