My Brothers Keeper Poem by james d nall,jr

A brother I have that I don't claim
Really to me, he brings my family shame
No time does he have for the rest of us
Few would cry if he got hit by a bus

I have little to do with him to say the least
Though when I pass, he'll have a feast
Thinking that finally he'll have some gain
Never thinking of whom will suffer pain

But, his days are numbered, as are mine
Soon, he'll cross that fabled old line
When the world will catch up to his ways
And reduce even more, his miserable days