They seem not to have cares,
They turn their backs,
They scold you for no apparent reasons,
Or sometimes,
May look busy in studies,
Or work;
I may not like them at times,
They may be the head street thugs,
Staying on the far ends,
Or sometimes,
May even been to jails;
But when real situation arises,
Their eye opens,
Their tear shreds,
Their true self appears,
Their heart melts;
No matter how great the distances,
Or how vast is our differences,
Or what we think of their actions,
I know that they will be there during problem times;
All brothers,
All sisters,
May make mistakes,
For they are all human and thirsts,
For some stuffs,
But all in all they will be there for you and forever yours.
One should stop complaining,
For one’s close sibling,
Will be ever helping,
And caring.
Friday, September 18, 2009
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