Biker Brother

Occasionally I visit my brother and we talk upon his porch. We were always so very different, of that you can be sure. He was always the smartest of us and we choose two different lives. I became a chemist while he worked on Chryslers Assembly line. After 35 years of working he retired with full glorious benefits… After 30 years in a corporation I lost my job and the retirement went with it. He bought a Harley while I looked for a job at the computer where I sit. See… I told you he was smarter… but we were different, just a bit… I was always very conservative, but actually he was in many ways, too. But his life was different… as I stayed at home… he went to biker bars. He listened to their bands and music while sipping on a beer… While I watched movies at home while I sipped a soda I held dear. I looked him up on facebook just the other day… And I found a biker babe nestled there… on his lap to stay. At first I almost choked on my soda as I set it on it’s coaster stand… But he looked very happy with absolutely every thing in hand… Both of us raised good kids… we’re just a little different, you can see… He ties his long gray hair back… mine I cut and dye with glee. But while we sit upon his porch swing we never fail to happily talk… Perhaps we have something in common… amazingly, after all.