Beacons of Hope
Here's one to two great people, my beacons of hope.
They really cheer me up when everything goes down the slope.
I owe so much I have to these amazing guys,
And I really don't know what I'll do if everyone of them dies.
They're brothers to me, not by blood but by heart,
And I don't feel like doing anything when we're apart.
Only thanks to these two guys I'm still alive,
For I haven't met them back then, I'd take a window dive.
I know that with them, I will be happy one day.
Their very presence makes my problems slowly go away.
So thank you, my dear brothers, for being here with me,
And I promise that with you around, I'll never cease to be.
Copyright © Tom Burns | Year Posted 2016
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