Dedicated to my twin, the jerk, but I still love him.
Here is the story of two different brothers,
Who had claimed to have come from two different mothers.
One was nice, the other was mean,
Oh…all the fights you should have seen.
Their first fight was in their mother's womb,
It almost seemed to spell each other's doom.
Growing up they didn't get along
One played games, the other played song.
One acted proudly, like the father,
The other acted shyly, like a daughter.
As games were played and music sang,
It was almost like they were Yin and Yang.
One loved to fight, the other was smart,
One liked TV, the other liked art.
Growing up further, putting aside their toys,
One liked girls, the other liked boys.
Though one was strong and the other meek,
And troubles collide, and problems they seek,
Nothing alike, aside of their name,
Though different they were, they were also the same.
Like the side of a coin, or a half of a whole,
Each brother douse hold, two parts of their soul,
One is themselves, just them, no other,
And one is a gift, from their beloved, true brother.
