We are gathered here today in homage I’m told

For a man who most recent passed on

while I just ventured in to escape from the cold

On my walk that had started at dawn

With that I confess from that to this other

That the week should begin on such a tilt

Even more and yet still, this man that was kilt

Is no stranger in fact he’s my brother

Now before you look on, to me all aghast

Estranged we have been damn Near twenty

Put aside your surprise, my brother was an ass

Wish him dead let’s just say there was plenty

Throughout the years, the ties that bind

Never formed between us two you see

Nor with others he’d manage, not one he could find

To that point here we are two plus me

I would not expect you sad, nor a tear to be shed

Forsake pity to when I am gone

If not by chance I would’ve gone by instead

None the wiser on a walk after dawn