Brothers

I don't remember what we did,

When I was two, and you were one,

But mother says we played with toys,

And it was always I who won.

At five years old, I topped at school,

And called four-year-old you a fool.

I won again, or so I thought,

But we both had yet to learn a lot.

In high school, I scored straight A's

But you were winning in your own ways.

I am the better one, I told myself,

And worked harder, refused all help.

And when we grew up into men,

You went off to fight in a war,

While I stayed back at home to work;

I stretched myself just as far.

I always was more important,

You always lost, I always won.

So this time, to prove that true,

After the war, why didn't you return?