Pjs
My brother,
Preston Jacob Simon.
The one who played catch with me in the past,
The guy who throws the ball extremely fast.
My brother,
The guy who graduated in 2006,
Guess what college he goes ahead and picks.
My brother,
UNLV is where he has been,
Although he graduated from there in 2010.
My brother,
The one who got engaged three days later,
He says life in Seattle is so much greater.
My brother,
The guy who used to work at Panera Bread,
His career there is officially dead.
My brother,
He stands tall at 6’3”,
He was the GM of two restaurants with a criminal justice degree.
My brother,
In the restaurant business since age 16,
He’s pretty close to rolling in the green.
My brother,
2012 is his marriage year,
When he first knelt down he was bursting with fear.
My brother,
The dude who told me it wasn’t too late,
To pick up my grades in order to graduate.
My brother,
The guy I haven’t seen in so very long,
The one that always beats me in a game of Ping Pong.
My brother,
He’s always been there and never let me down,
I cry tears of joy when I know he’s in town.
My brother,
The guy who’s an Austin Bulldog at heart,
Travis Tigers rule supreme, where do I even start.
My brother,
We’ve had our moments; we’ve had our days,
We’ve had those times when all we could do is praise.
My brother,
Preston Jacob Simon
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