Oh, brother, you are the steady hand,
A pillar of strength in a shifting land.
You’ve followed the path that others trace,
With honor, with grace, in society’s embrace.
They praise you often, they sing your name,
Your success, your life, your family’s fame.
But oddly, dear brother, it doesn’t weigh,
For in your shadow, I’ve found my way.
You’ve built the legacy, steady and bright,
With marriage, with children, your future in sight.
And in your success, there’s a quiet gift,
A freedom for me, a chance to drift.
I need not chase the same milestones you seek,
For you’ve paved the road, strong and sleek.
I walk beside you, but not in your shoes,
I have my own rhythm, my own muse.
You’ve carried the weight of expectation’s call,
And in your achievements, I stand tall.
For I am free, unburdened by time,
While you climb the ladder, steady and prime.
I need not worry about the world’s demands,
For your success holds the family’s hands.
Rent, wealth, and comforts, they come with ease,
In the life you’ve built, I find my peace.
Yet, I do not envy, I do not yearn,
For in your light, my own paths turn.
You’ve given me space to find my own way,
To be the free spirit I am today.
And so, dear brother, with gratitude true,
I thank you for all that you do.
For in your accomplishments, I am blessed,
And in your love, I find my rest.