Poem: my brother and me

my brother lives in a different city. in fact we’re worlds apart.

there are a few years between us, and salary brackets too.

we have different hobbies.

he likes counting his money.

i wouldn’t last long at that.

my brother lives in a different city. in fact we’re worlds apart.

but, recently, we’ve found common ground. we’re fathers. both of us. we have our own…