T.T.H. (Brother)

Brother I ask not
Where art though
But instead
Where have you been

For every step
You have taken
On this God green earth
Is worth a story
Two earfulls
at the very least
They warrant
A pint of expensive drink

I’ll toast to the faces
we have seen each other bear
I raise a glass to battles
To the armours
We learned to wear

To your victories and
Your losses

Pull up that chair
Loosen that heart
Let’s lose the distance
We have wandered

Drink up my oldest friend

Then when our paths depart
From each other
No turn or twist or Mountain
Could render undone
That we have walked together
That we are of one