To young to know

Too old to die

You were only a little babe

Never had a chance to play football

Chase girls ask for help

Robbed of a chance to grow

To learn to have help with homework

Buried beneath a cross

In a town where family

No longer

Walk

Vandals

Smashed

Tore down

Your gravestone

But

Your memory lives on

In times of need

I’ve felt you there

The brother who should have been

You who never grew up

Have

Helped to keep

Guided

From beyond

Never forgotten

Still when I

Needed

Someone to talk to

You were there

Rest now little

Brother

Your memory lives on.

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