Steven with your long tall frame
Your arsenal of guns and daggers
You’re the only John Wayne in town
You’ve got the same swagger

Younger brother older brother
So very different yet so much alike
Similar in height, each must be right
Strangers yet I know you like my father

Same voices, similar choices
You hug me, then let me down
John got the name
Did you admire him or think he was a clown?
(The only John Wayne in town)

You loved your daddy
That much I could see
Why did no one believe
How much that would mean to me

You talk the talk
But do you really walk the walk
In a family of giant men
Claiming to be John Wayne
I don’t see anyone

Published by Kathy

Kathy writes novels set on cruise ships and other travel locales, writes and produces dance music, and likes to imagine life as a DJ.