Who Are Those Two Boys
Who are those two boys, are you sure they are not twins ? I see them everyday together, there they are again. I believe they are brothers, with an understanding of their own. The one stutters, the other speaks, then the one will continue on. Who are those two boys, they never are apart ? As they grow, I see the difference, but they seem of just one heart. Yes, I see the difference, they now have looks their own. But still, the one stutters, the other speaks, then the one continues on. Who are those two boys, I see they are together again ? They have taken separate paths in life, only to be re-united as men. The paths are different in their lifes, but they share that special bond. When the one stutters, the other still speaks, then the one will continue on. Where are those two boys, I see only the other in town ? Where is the one who stutters, is he still around ? The one who stutters has left us now, the other wishes the pain was gone. When the one stuttered, the other was silent, and the one never continued on. Author: Albert W. Whitieng Jr. Note: My brother Bob, who was eleven months and eleven days younger than me, is the one, I am the other. For those of you who didn't know Bob, he had a speech promblem (he stutterd on certain words). While we were growing up, I learned to recognize the words he had trouble with. When we would talk together, and he would begin to stutter, I would say the word, and he would continue on with his sentence. Bob died, Jan 1985, at the age of thirty-two. I wrote this in his memory. May He Rest In Peace.
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