A Brother
They come in all shapes
These folks we call friends
Opinions they share
And souls each one bares.
But no friend comes close
To that of a brother
Great strength from within
Tender hearts that don’t smother.
It’s often been said
To have many friends
One first is a friend
With whom one breaks bread.
When one needs to glean
The support of another
Seek out far and wide
The comfort of a brother!
Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014
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