I miss being a little kid

Always having your big brothers to play with you

Thinking everything is oh so funny, never being able to stop laughing

Always small enough to be hugged and lifted

Small enough to hide in keyboard boxes

Until all of a sudden you're grown

And brothers don't come home

Preoccupied with wife and girlfriend, too busy to

Spend any time with you

Too busy for piggy back rides and walks in the park

Then, you drop down from a seven to a seventy-six

On their scale of importance

Which completely explains why you feel so all alone

Unprotected, like they dropped this job and started

Their own business, leaving you out

And that is what missing brothers is all about