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.
Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2016
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