Brother

My brothers Autistic. Yeah, great isn't it.

So much to say

But not the right words

I love you, you fool

My brother

My love

 

I see you as though you’re miles away

Not making sense

I can’t hear what you say

 

I try so hard to listen

Speak up

I’ve said please

 

I wish you’d take heed

That you’d see

That you’d say

Hullo my sister

How are you today?

 

But you’ll never speak

To me

Or mum

 

Autism’s the problem

Yep, life’s a bum

 

Perhaps one day

Before we’re too old

And grey

They’ll find a way

And you’ll say

Hullo

The End

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