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