I reach out to my brother, And his answers Indicate A lack of interest We shared a room for years, And common memories That shaped us Differently But then a joke, A start, And we begin to talk In our weird Halting manner About our World Cup teams, And not so much on how Our mom is doing Better In everything I am So much a part -- He's still My older brother Still A certain age Inside my weary Heart
To share is human:
