by

Robert H. Dirr Jr.

When he was three or four, I used to make fun of him when he wet his pants.
I loved him then as I love him now. We were born of the same womb just
Two years apart but grew up as twins, for when you saw one you saw both.
I yearn for those days and wish I could live them over again, but I cannot.

Time has a way of leaving us behind, and suddenly we wake up at sixty or so
With only memories of getting into fights and trouble and sharing secrets.
But time also shatters our closeness, for people marry and have children
And problems of their own and are too busy to pick up the phone or visit.

It is astounding how things can change when one is on the verge of death.
Instead of seeing each other a few times a year, he visited me several times
A week and my illness has brought us together, as we were when children.
I am eternally grateful and love him more than I did then. He is my brother.

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