In a now ancient time of the phone land line,
a brother's concerning call soon became mine, "been drinking a bit in this here bar", 
"no friendlies around - but it's not very far",
"I need you to come for I'm fighting with four ".
hung-up not saying where and I ran out the door!

In a bit of panic but, I knew his home route,
singing Brother where are you? As my shout,
I figured one of four bar's where we hung out,
has to be what the heck he was talking about, 
first place I ran in was empty raising my doubt,
If I'd find him rolling with four others in a bout!

I found him in the next bar drunk on a stool, 
I asked him what happened with the duel?
slurring he told me "don't worry we're all cool, 
just had to take them on back to school",
"they apologized, bought beers and we played pool,
don't worry calm down and don't be cruel!"

I settled down a bit as they supplied the beer,
not totally convinced I did recognize their fear,
praising my brother's skills he'd made clear,
but I'm not as calm or nice and gave a sneer,
Calmed down a bit erased my frown to a smear,
years later we'd laugh about it, now my eyes fill with a tear.