Time has gone fast,
I remember the past,
Although a little hazy.
When we made traps,
Which was perhaps,
Just a little crazy.
Not always nice,
I paid the price,
When you knocked out my teeth.
And I gave you a shock,
When I dropped that rock,
On a hand that was underneath.
No worry of money,
Everything was funny,
Like when Quail pooed.
As your ‘Brother Bear’,
I will always care,
For my ‘Little Dude’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great piece. It reminded me of so many things about my brother but who is sadly no longer here. Thanks Rob for bringing back those memories. Regards Craig.