Tim Cook

Rookie - 0 Points (12.07.1989)

For My Little Brother - Poem by Tim Cook

Well what's to say
It doesn't matter anyway
This is the saying for the day
Nothing should make You run away

And so tonight
Everything will be alright
You know You can always win the fight
When You've got Me in your sight

But look at Me
Am I as I used to be
Tell Me what things do You see
But please don't tell Me what to be

You've got to watch your step
When your shoes don't fit
But don't worry You will grow
Sometimes the shift is slow


So listen here
When I whisper in Your ear
I'll tell You something so sincere
And then I'll wipe away your tears

I will be there for You
And help to push You through
Don't forget when You do
You'll have to pull me too




This poem © Timothy David Cook.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 28, 2012


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