My Big Brothers

 


When I was a little boy...

I always wanted a cool big brother... 

Like the guys a few years above me... 

The older boys from another mother...


The ones who had that something extra... 

The thing all the foxey girls wanted...

The ones all the younger boys admired... 

Those who handled life totally undaunted...


The captains of all four sports... 

The smartest guys in the class... 

The ones who played in the bands... 

Drank from pitchers, never a glass...


Some had really cool cars...

Some had Harleys full of chrome...

Some were the yearbook editors...

They got the girls without needing cologne...


When you’re just a kid with heroes...

The older guys who set the world on fire... 

These were the big brothers I looked up to... 

The older guys I grew to admire...


So, even though you weren’t my real brothers... 

I still considered each one of you a friend... 

You’ll always be the coolest guys I knew... 

From my childhood and to the end...


Mike Benge, Jim Bergeron, Stan Cadow, Alan Citron, Miles Clements, Mike DeCarlo, Keith DePass, Bill Dodenhof, Chip Doussan, Billy Drew, Peter Dupuy, Bill Edwards, Stephen Ehlinger, Jimmy Fasola, Nike Georges, George Healy, Chip Huete, John Leach, Tyson Lykes, Miles Paisant, Pete Roeling, Jay Rusovich, Ralph Senner, Jerry Sicard, Cliff Van Meter, Philip Vizard and Gary Watsky...


Thanks for being so funny and cool...

Thanks for being the ones to lead...

I know I’m not the only kid who feels this way... 

To many boys y’all were heroes indeed...


© 2022 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

My Wonder Years: A Book

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