You grew gray as I got old
You got thinner as I filled out
You never minded the colours I did
Or the fact that a fight was better then standing aside
You got sick and did not say
I couldn't save you like you save me that day
You were my twin without being a twin
You were my husband without the marriage
You were my brother without the blood
My physics without the cost and I was your direly and corfordont
You torture me with yellow car, I still flinch when one go by
Funny how the little things haunts us so
When you confused to what you had done I just smiled and said
My dear dear little one it's okay I'm not going anywhere, then you
Gave me that wink and smile and I knew like I had done when we 1st
Met at the age of 7
I would love you no matter what and I do and always will to the
best man I ever knew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem