One's Lesser Twin

One’s Lesser Twin by Odin Roark Everyone’s got one The hand that uses a mitt To catch the ball You know That other fingered appendage Whose achievements Claim to fame Is without celebration Save the privilege Of wearing the wrist watch And of course Saving the game…occasionally Comparison with its double Hampers its best effort Knowing full well Writing Affixing a signature Opens many doors Locked to the minor assistant Yet Hope knows reward For in Homer’s Elysian Fields Located on Earth’s western edge By the stream of Okeanos Shortcomings will find solace Short straws Becoming the long Affording privilege While the once favored Will provide support Dream of such moments My lesser twin For time rushes forward Even as I pen this thought And your shielding hand Holds at bay The cheating eyes of our school days Now grown adult They remain anxious Ready to continue Their cheating and stealing Forget not As our shadows eventually merge Into the underworld Fate’s right hand too Will sigh its relief No longer to carry Expectation’s burden The baton will have passed To the lessor twin Carpe Diem