Brother
AN ORIGINAL POEM
We don’t always get along,
But we will always have that special bond.
He is there when I'm sad,
Cheering me up, making me laugh.
He sees me for who I am.
And when I'm tired,
He is inspired.
He knows I'll fight,
With all my might.
Under his constant care,
I try not to mope…
Even if he groans.
He is not a friend.
But a brother.
I Thank you (for everything)
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