A/N: This particular poem is written for the Freeverse Frenzie competition on the HPFC forum, poem 17.
Their Tender Little Child
2. Two Brothers
Everyone always said
they were an odd pair
and they were –
There was no denying that
But what did it matter
to them?
Eccentrics were a part of their trade
and all the better
when it kept other noses out.
They were fond of their privacy,
the pair of them
And their friend and colleague and boss
who'd taken two lost boys in
and showed the path again.
Books and teachings were enough
a companion to them
and the dregs in coffee cups
Until the beaming boss' wife
refilled them of course,
because it wouldn't do to fall asleep
when the world raced on.
They were supposed to be looking for a way
to grasp that world.
And they'd start
after they found that fork
in the road.
Before that
they were just following
hand in hand
behind the other.