Well todays the day,
The day when my younger brother reaches a milestone,
A milestone in his life,
His three score years and ten is today.
Throughout the years we have been blessed,
Blessed with love for each other.
We may not show it
But it has always been there,
Even if we do not admit it.
Our competitive nature was shown
In the racket sports we played,
Played in our younger days.
He could beat me at squash.
I could beat him at badminton.
But tennis was the game.
Both equally matched
We just would not give in,
So after two hours on the court
We would crawl off
And collapse by its side.
Now we do not play any more
But we chat about our lives
And our things that are important,
We talk about them every time.
The first is wine.
We both enjoy our wine
And have drunk the odd glass together.
We both cook and talk about our creations.
When we cook for each other
We ensure that it is the best meal.
The best meal we can create.
Create for each other.
The final two are our loves.
He plays golf,
I play croquet,
And we speak for hours about them,
About how well we are playing.
Well he has reached seventy
And the thing that I like to say
Is that I do have some grey hairs,
But I have fewer grey hairs than him,
Him, my YOUNGER brother.