My Brothers

(poems go here) My Brothers My Brothers... not of family relations we dont have the same mother but these men are still my brothers sometimes we laugh with no words spoken we argue and fight but no bonds broken never closed my doors always open To my brothers. We are young brothers we are intelligent brothers we are strong brothers raised by strong mothers and wise fathers should i trade i would never barter with my brothers destined to be great men that court beautiful wives raise children that live righteous lives and end the cycle that deprived ... some of my brothers I had a dream as young brothers we went seperate ways seperated for many days but at a round table as men we cameback to sit we all cameback different ways but one thing remained the same we were still brothers and we sit and reminisce about the days when we were young we were fond of knowledge but had no wisdom but now we know and we are wise and I as I sit and i look into our eyes I am proud of my brothers We have become proud fathers we have made wives proud mothers and at this round table we gather our sons and introduce them to their brothers....