Brother Poem

Two Brother's whose lives have taken them apart can still take the time to remember the day of their youth when they were so close.

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My brother is my best friend. We are not related, but I met him while I was locked up. I am going to graduate, but he was there for the worst to the best when my parents were not, and now he...

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Brotherly Love

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Published: February 2006

We are brothers by blood
And my love does flood
The thoughts of yesterday
Two children fast at play

That was the past
And the memories will last
Because in our dreams time stands still
There we can view thoughts of yesterday and, tomorrow at will

Tomorrow will come and I'll be there
With unmeasurable amount of love to share
For now we have our dreams and thoughts
Our should've and oughts

Our fathers and mothers
But... we are brothers
We are brothers by blood
And my love does flood

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  • by Collin Holder
  • 8 months ago

My brother is my best friend. We are not related, but I met him while I was locked up. I am going to graduate, but he was there for the worst to the best when my parents were not, and now he is addicted to dope and he won't speak to me.

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