Surviving Twin

Last week I attended a family affair & A few remarked upon my recent growth of facial hair You look just like your father did With that beard someone said I answered back I am him even though my old man's dead I didn't want to be him will at first I did When I loved & looked up to him as a little kid He sent me to his old school I was a numeral with his name & he gave me this gold signet ring And he wore one just the same And I guess that I believed him & probably it was true When he told me I was just like him That's what some fathers do But a father's always older and my dad was rather tall Who says size doesn't matter, he was big & I was small I needed to be big enough to be someone someday & I learned I had to beat him & that was the only way I learned I had to fight him, my own flesh & bone & kin Buyt I felt I was ust like him can a man's son be his twin First we fought for my mother, that afforded little joy When he left she was heart broken & I was still their little boy But I started to get bigger & to win the ugly game When I made a little money & I got a bit of fame & I saw how this could wound him Yes this could do the trick & If I made it big enough I could kill him off quick But how can you murder someone In a way that they don't die I didn't want to kill him, that would be suicide