dearest love and sweetest peace
the support the bricks and foundation of
a friendship a father a lover of love
the brain the bronze the silver and gold
your life is a pretty story being told
to those who watch who wait who listen
this new year of life will be a math equation
my best friend
you have the answer inside of you
you discovered it a long time ago while you were
twenty-two
but twenty-three has dawned its lovely face
and the sidewalk is left with only a trace
of last years days and deviled eggs
and you were only a boy some time ago
but all young men grow up to be old
embrace the ebb embrace the flow
i will be holding your hand as we go.
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