And 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
Well 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
And he gave me this gold signet ring
And he wore one just the same
And I guess that I believed him
And 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
And I learned I had to beat him
Andthat was the only way
I learned I had to fight him
My own flesh blood bone & kin
But I felt I was just 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
And I was still their little boy
But I started to get bigger
And to win the ugly game
When I made a little money
And I got a bit of fame
And I saw how this could wound him
Yes this could do the trick
And f 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
I got frightened so I backed off
I let up and I was through
And in the end he did himself in
Usually that's what we do
I'm alive and he is dead
And neither of us won
It's spoiled for the victor
Once the vanquishing is done
A man becomes immortal
Through his daughter or his son
But when he fears his legacy
A man can come undone
And the beard is a reminder
I'm a living part of him
Although my father's dead and gone
I'm his surviving twin