As kids we played together in the home,
A home where sport was watched ,
Then played at school.
A home that gave us our love of music.
We went to the same school,
Where our love of sport was enhanced.
I went onto play tennis and hockey for the school,
But my brother went other ways.
We always competed,
He won at squash,
I won at badminton,
But tennis was a lottery.
We would book a two hour slot
And hammer the ball at each other,
Trying to win at all costs,
But over the years it became a draw.
I went on to play tennis for county,
Cricket for local clubs.
Thirty plus years playing table tennis
For club and town, a sporty life.
He went on to go to concerts,
Listening to bands of high renown.
Everywhere he went to follow
The bands of his joy.
In work we went our different ways.
Me into science,
He into engineering,
Working all our life.
Our chosen careers changed during the years,
But at the end they ended up near the same.
Mine as a computer analyst,
His as a computer engineer.
Both now retired,
We are closer than we have ever been.
But where I listen to music and write words,
He rides his bicycle for miles and plays golf.
It seems odd to me that in old age
That the sporty one, became arty,
And the one that went to concerts,
Became sporty.