Memory Deleted

The wrinkled seventy-eight balded his memory,
The occasional flashes were about his brother,
His life was mapped along his brother's future,
A life dedicated to his guardianless brother,
His brother matured into a profession of honour,
With lavish pelf, peace pleasure, satisfaction,
Each year shed down like a faded flower,
Now he is an old-bald, thoroughly broken,
Mind scattered,body shellacked, fallen.
The only residue an iota of the icky past,
A slight scar that too easily erasable!
A real trick of Nature, a vanishing trick
An awkwardly posed photograph trick,
Looks vacant,  yt he surveyed the past,
His tongue awakened spasmodically,
"He will not come!"  "Who?"  No reply,
The "he' might be his brother, or who?
He was off,  and on again. My brother,
Let him bloom into eminence, my brother.
His brother refused to come.  He waited
Breathing, heaving and seeing nothing!
At last a drop of conscience returned
He said : "I am a sinner, a sinner!"  Oh, Oh..
Resistance lost, slowly fading, submitting,
Without sensory recognition, he left 
A journey never to return.  Poor guy!