By: Ryan Beodeker
No matter where you choose to roam,
be it in fields of tall green grass,
or the lush forests of our boyhood homes,
moments shared of our past,
shall stay with us,
till we've gone gray and old.
Friendship, kinship, high spirits such a must,
they play in minds so strong, bold.
For lost and longing,
we wander through life,
having hopeful bonding
as experience forces strife.
Though years may pass,
good friends always last.
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