Years we’ve
waited
For this day-
But now its come
And gone away.
Great stories
turned to poems,
Our lives have
changed
But isn’t it
strange-
That we still
feel the same?
Can’t be beat is
still the motto
It’s here to
stay-
But I’ll be the
first to admit,
I’ll miss this
blog each day.
Writing is an
outlet,
You can’t deny-
How could you
throw shade,
To such a nice
guy?
See his
intentions are always good-
I’ll stand
behind that,
Whether you like
it or not,
It’s what I’m
trying to get at.
Where we come
from,
Was just the
start-
Always remember
that,
We grew up eight
houses apart.
Mistakes are
normal,
That’s a given,
Forgiveness is
for those-
Who are truly
livin’.
I’ve got your
back
Through thick
and thin,
Even when-
The layups don’t
go in.
Swing the bat,
Play the game,
Real life is
callin’-
I must proclaim.
If you’re
reading this now,
It’s never too
late-
To start
something new,
And make
something great.
You’ve done all
you can,
I think it’s a
good time,
To end this
blog-
And start the
climb.
I don’t write
poetry,
This is just one
time,
A tribute to:
The oldest
friend of mine.
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