Ode to Older Brother

Look out ahead, there goes Older Brother.
Blazing the trail before any other.
For us, we can follow on the same path.
But we cannot surpass his aging math.

First to be born and first to grow older,
First out the door, his steps seem much bolder.
When people ask, “Well, yes, he’s my brother” –
In his shadow of fame, here’s another.

To not be compared, we may try new ground;
In our own arena, our strengths are found.
To complement instead of to compete,
He led us to our own challenges to meet.

So, thanks, Brother, for your role in my life;
To beckon me on, to lessen my strife;
To clear a path, with more room to the side;
To set a pace, for me to find my stride.