We were enemies in childhood,
I didn't comprehend,
a little sister wasn't cool
who followed you no end.

You were my shining beacon,
my shiny golden light,
until the day I grew up,
and you ceased to shine so bright.

You thought I was a ******,
I considered you a bore,
we barely spoke for decades
shut behind our door.

But now you are so lonely,
and I can learn to bend,
you cannot choose your family,
but I consider you, my friend.