My little brother used to annoy me
But only cos I wanted him to be..
Better than me.
Today, he's a man of twenty-six,
And I'm sure he's up to his usual tricks.
Out in the world he's taking a dive..
And I thank God he's alive..
He's just too good to be true,
I'm saving up the hugs in lieu.
For that wonderful day I see him again
Whenever he's finished his gravy train.
His high octave wit, is what I miss most.
I wonder do the natives know on the coast
Realise, in their midst, what a gem they have?
I'm glad he's no longer that thirteen year old chav!
The one that used to do my head in,
To whom I shouted Shut-Up!
Then felt as guilty as sin.
Our mother taught us to love each-other.
I love you still, my big little brother.
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