I remember looking forward
to the day you were born.
You were so small
like a rose's thorn.
Unlike some babies
you had a head full of hair,
which I guess for being my brother
that's only fair.
As you grew older,
we taunted one another.
I was a bully,
relentlessly hurting you,
which I was too late to say,
that I am sorry.
They say all brothers fight,
but I guess I went too far a few times
and was in the wrong
7 out of 10 times.
And then you grew out of my shadow
and became your very own man.
While I was lost in my follies,
you left and ventured into your own journey.
There's something perhaps you know not,
that secretly I wrote you a song,
for being sensical, yet strong.
Now you are leaving again,
to the next stage of your life,
remember my words,
that a man needs not to be too nice,
nor he needs to be too wise,
that pain and tribulations surely await,
but don't worry you will be fine.
Trust me, my brother,
for even though I was in the wrong,
7 out of 10 times,
I have always loved you,
more than anything,
with the whole of mine.
14-12-2022
Goodbye, my brother
