Brother
That’s how it was. No blame or any reproach.
Enough that I’d once overshadowed you
To make you need at least to change approach,
To turn your back on what I dreamt I’d do.
And so we’re men. Here’s the field of play.
King now in your kingdom, potentate
Fenced well in with wealth and holding sway,
In charge of all and master of your fate.
No manger dog that speaks and yet and yet,
Although in love I plough a furrowed dream,
I still admit sometimes I must regret
That this is how it was, though there’s no blame.
I only ask you please don’t choose to harden
Or leave behind that boy that once was you;
Though what we set our hearts on we’ve done,
O say a child within could still come through.