The Competition,

Ad The Love of Two Brother’s

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Two Brothers, Who,
Compete, and not Argue

if this poem was about a vote
it would end in a re-election

The Love for my Brother
Was Never a Question

too close to call
Praying he will win, I hope
Secretly I cast,
I would throw him my vote
ut now the competition

PS: Dear Brother, it is almost

too early for the spring

but dreaming, for the pretty lawns, ahead.

We will never compete, or debate each other again

That was reserved for you.

My Dear Brother, my friend.

We would brag about our yards

And how well, we had mowed.

We would fuss about tools.

Dagging them out of storage,

From the garage, they were stowed.

Bragging about our edging

and the crisp lines we made

texting each other

While drinking tea in the shade.

your lawn was always beautiful

I must admit