Little Brother

Brother John slept on a cot out in the hall

His treasured toy box stacked along the wall

Younger than me by a year or two

Yet we shared a lot of life its true

He cause my Mom for sure a little grief

When he painted Donald duck in relief

With glossy eyes and a haze of smoke

The words in bold “Who stole my dope?”

At sixteen John decided he wanted a car

A flashy black Chevelle would travel far

Man big brother envied him that ride indeed

It was powerful and truly made for speed

I remember the day John bought a bike

Billy and I thought we should make a trike

He was lucky we couldn’t find training wheels

Or I’m sure we would have felt his boot heels

John’s pride and joy was his mane of hair

Even when he aged he still kept it there

You should have seen the look of shock

When in his fifties he cut off his thinning locks

He’s an actor, a director, a booster and a friend

A father to his children he’ll love until the end

We shared a lot of happy smiles and painful tears

And through the years kicked back a lot of beers

So before this gets too long and far too sappy

Just want to tell you John I hope you’re happy

It’s your birthday and I wish you all the best

As little brothers go you know you passed the test!