Our Mom and Dad only had 2 boys, me and Mike

I’m the oldest, Mike says coldest not the boldest

thru yearns, toils and turns mutual our concerns

Family & friends, those we love matters in the end

Differences at times apart but never in our heart

Some certainly differentiate how we communicate

Uncertainty may abound to many in what sounds

like rivalry at best but it’s our way of being blessed

the peace of mind we both find when put to the test

Mike’s disposition, by his own admission, a position

of positive recognition for what drives his ambition

real estate is his game for happiness and some fame

on the top floor so many are knocking on his door

coming from everywhere not easy sitting in his chair

As his brother, I feel and see, hopefully objectively

Who comes and goes, the deals, spiels and the woes

When his vision is clear Mike has no doubt or fear

More often then right, than wrong, with his insight

No illusions or confusions, instinctive his decisions

Today God helps his stride with an Angel by his side

As I have often said, Mike needs someone like David

A balance of sorts as they too enjoy the same sports

A mix of business in the game, they share the same

to grow in their mutual aspirations and inspirations

Founded in trust to understand, this wonderful blend

mutual belief in their capability & capacity to achieve

As for me, this old boy now enjoys, as I come and go

the best in these times is I can rest tween these lines

The beauty in all the years watching my brother grow

Wrinkles, we now have plenty and most see to know

Till the day we leave this earth, what we were at birth

one to the other, nut’n beats the LOVE of a BROTHER!