Childish Playing Poem by Mustafa Ghuneim

I said why dun I write a lil song,
about the days we missed so long,
about the childish play,
about the way we used to fight
about the way we used to break things
about the age of six!

You & me..My lil brother,
You & me..we were somewhere together,
You & me..Loved each other,

For the family We were descended through,
For The passionate mom who surved our needs,
And for the man who had tried to take care,
Whom we will have his life one day.. each

We might never swim together, or..
Make a sand castle on beach,
We sit together in-tension of studying,
But it ends with messing,
On Video-games, and the case we never bleached
.. Already? !

And the Video games, Like soccer for example,
I say I am better, I am not so humble,
He keeps on winning, but I stumble,
I say one more match, I win the pitch,
-not because I am better but because he is sick of me,
and yea.. we turn on something he loves, like a Royal Rumble game..-

Now, You're about the age of sixteen,
Quiet guy, Shy.. maybe,
Cold and rational as I feel,

And I'm the Older brother, dude,
Give me attention, or I'll be rude,
I will insult and curse, and say dirty words,
Because I am the older brother, dude..


We are no more teens,
or maybe we are! I dunno what we are exactly,
I dunno How much we grew so far! ,
But I know that we still play,
And I know we still break,
Two guys from Cairo who gone in total freak..

We work hard in school,
We knew much friends,
Some are true and some pretend,
So honest, we used to be,
but life took us in its wheel,
Fought at one side,
When played with life and played with us,
Metals in core rust,
But our metal is anti- this case,


Face my brother and You will face my butt,
Punch his belly and you will see me nutts..

Anyways..

Sorry for the bother,
But this is my brother..