My two older sisters
Were after their misters
I chased their skirt tails
Their successes and their fails
They were my example
I was their testing sample
They didn’t always want me around
But tolerated me if I didn’t make a sound
I envied their Friday night fun
As I sat alone, wishing I was
their number one
The teenage years came along,
Now I was busy with my own song
My younger sister followed me now
I had become a big sister somehow
Funny how the tables quickly turn
Years passed, and now a little sister yearns
For some time with her big sister
Whose busy chasing her mister
Brothers and sisters are special
As I sit here years later and recall
