Brothers

By Steven R. Roberts

Girls have girlfriends, boys have brothers
They’re a group, a team, a common theme like no others
Some save their brothers’ lives, mine saved mine
Many times it happens, it happens all the time

From the start, brothers need one another
Joking, ridin, playin, fightin, drinkin, brothers
A bro’s a guys who knows enough to hurt you
Instead he’s more likely to lie about your every virtue

Ask many a man about his best days he’ll stutter
about those times young and reckless with his brother
He’ll remember the music that was playing on the radio
The night they got kicked out of the bar long ago

So, brothers make the days count, make ‘em gleam
Soon enough you’ll be chasing your own dream
Young days with our brothers don’t last and yet
Now and then there’s that song we can’t forget

Girls have girlfriends, boys have brothers
They’re a group, a team, a common theme like no others
Some save their brothers’ lives, mine saved mine
Many times its happens, it happens all the time

This poem From the Book Rhythm and Rhyme Lifetime

By Steven R Roberts, Second Printing 2009


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  • About Steve

    Steve Roberts was born in Greenville, Ohio, the son of a small-town golf pro and a mom who managed the golf pro shop. The small family lived in the other half of the pro-shop building. Later the family grew to four children as they moved around Ohio in search of more financially rewarding work for Dad. Learn More...