My Brother ©

my brother was a fine man,
who had a sense of humour too.
he loved all little children,
and his faults were very few.

he would get dressed up and clown around,
life was a party everyday.
and if someone should need his help,
he would do his best, they say.

my brother was a fine man,
who in silence suffered pain,
but if again his life he could live,
he would live it just the same.

my brother he had cancer,
and I find it hard you see,
why God had chosen for him to die
before old age could be.