A Brother's Thanks

9/7/15/9:50:37:A.M. Re-write- 4/5/16-4:21:18 A.M Why do we write in this strange way Just to express what we must say? A curse,a gift It's all the same Like Shakespeare said''What's in a name'' I speak I love I laugh I live Though all is so simply fake The world isn't the same without all of ya'll A feeling I can't seem too shake I wake this day with air in my lungs and I could see Even still I complain what more is there to be? The looks I get now aren't of envy nor lust just sadness;pity The irony is they would be blessed to be one of us With my brother we can stand tall, leaning on each other so neither may fall Without him I dare not think, writing this makes me crave a drink No words may say how I think of thee Without you there is no me Like his shadow once was I Racing here and skating there,copying mannerisms Silly games like truth or dare. Sharing girls not knowing the other had To women,I guess brothers were the fad. Not to boast for neither not pleased at all but yet in still -It was fun and we had our fill Not of lust but friends for life, who would have thought Finally something money need not bought. Thank you Father for leaving him with me and I with him as many as you taken from us many think the light would be dim. Not in our blood just not our way,not identical but closer each and every day.