Brother (by Roger Lehman)

My brother's blood flows through my veins, As does mine through his,
We think thoughts with the very same brain, We share the same "What is",
He knows what thoughts run through my mind, He knows what I'll do next,
I know the clothes that are in his closet, For work, for Sunday best,

Brothers, most special people,
Right down to the DNA they’re equal,

When he gets hurt it hurts me too, Nervous systems somehow connected,
Even our intuitive hunches, Are from the same place directed,
You can talk to a person's Father, And also to their Mother,
But to know a person inside out, Spend time with their Brother.

He’s my brother,
Knows me better than any other,

c.2006 – Roger Lehman
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