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Brothers

My brothers and I use to climb trees so high
Race to see who'd  be the first to touch the sky

We made castles of paper cardboard boxes and sticks 
Played great magicians and shared our tricks

We built our treehouse-like there was no other
I played each day with my friends and brothers

I miss those times and my brothers too
These days with them are distant and few

They're married now and live their own lives
Entertaining grandkids and their loving wives

Our communication lacks, and we don't talk
Each brother feels it's the other's fault

One day we will regret the separation, I'm sure
Bad blood among brothers only time can cure

No one realizes the mistakes they make
And as you grow older, it may be too late

I lost my youngest brother to the BIG "C."
Many years later, it still bothers me

He was so young and still in his prime
Lots of life left at age thirty-nine

So as time goes by, some thoughts fade away
As my hair thins and turns to gray

My eyesights blurry, and my hearing is gone
My time is spent old and alone

The ending of my story will be like this
The good times with my brothers I surely miss.

By, Lpickard

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