We come as four,
brothers of the same mother.
No other can lay claim to the names,
but all the same it’s not all we share.
A love of sport, fraternal cohorts
and short of Dad’s style and
Mom’s winning smile, it took a while
to become clear, three with hairlines
not receding, but in full surrender.
I have retained my mop top and the graying
hasn’t started to stop me in my tracks.
Full of class by themselves, but with heads
together make an ass and a half of themselves.
Bald is beautiful, but my brush remains dutiful.
You can say I’ve taken a shine to my hair.
© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014