We're Like This

One of the Van Arsdale twins died

Dick not Tom he was eighty-one

He had heart and kidney failure

But still had a wonderful run

I wonder how Tom is doing

What it feels like to lose your twin

They spent their whole lives together

But one must take death on the chin

They were true NBA legends

The first twins to play in the club

They lived a hoop dream fairy tale

Though playing at times as a scrub

Later in life they were artists

Oil painting the key to their bliss

When Dick held up two joined fingers

And said with a wink, "We're like this."