No matter how hard
The years try to separate us
There will always be the together days
Of times past
When you remember
We slept in the homemade treehouse
Way up
Just the two of us
And ached for days later
But didn’t care
Because we were boys
And boys did things like that
Or the time
We made wooden walkie-talkies
And talked for hours
Like our sister did on the phone
And at supper
Mom was proud that our meat was gone
But she never knew
A dog was a boy’s best friend too
Well we’re older now
But still brothers