Catamaran

In our home there lurked sedition,
The siblings vying for position,
Instead of love - blind derision,
Locked into witless competition.

My brother who was very bright,
Became the best that he could be,
And to my parent’s great delight,
Soon earned himself a Ph.D.

And though he always toiled away,

While I, the prodigal, wasn’t there,

He never felt loved for himself, per se,

Which seemed, to him, a tad unfair.

But people aren’t loved for perfection,
It’s one of nature’s craziest laws,
It’s from our weakness grows affection,
We simply love each other’s flaws.

But still my brother felt betrayed,
For he had lived life to the letter,
A life so ordered, it conveyed,
A sense of being distinctly better.

And yet no matter how he tried,
Something greater than his pride,
Deep within him cried and cried,
‘Why am I never satisfied?!’

Living is loving one another,
Love is winning by submission,
Life isn’t a competition,
It’s loving your brother.