Brother-In-Law Contest Entry Poem

The sun comes up, then it falls down.
Each day we’re left, with people all around.

      Some stick out, while others blend in,
      Many in love-drought, but you…
         
                                      …I’ll never trade in.


          See I am lucky, for I am blessed,
          Not like many, unlike the rest.

              Let it be known, you are loved,
              Again I’m blessed, from Someone Above.

                  I’m never brought down, or run around,
                  Your advice, exquisite,
                  And profound.

                      Always helpful, so generous,
                      Full of sweetness, never pompous.


                          You never critique, but provide great advice,
                          Best Brother – In – Law to ask for—
                             Even in this short life.

                              The sun comes up, then it falls down,
                              Brother—My love, shall be renown.