Blood Is Thicker Than Water
My childhood friend, my blood brother
We did a lot of fun things together
Playing carom, table tennis and skating
You were the dull school boy
My eyes were always pained
To see you struggle through school
The painting on the wall of the little boy in tears
Always reminded me of you
And so I kept a close watch
To give your dull mind a spark
Now and then teaching you, stoking your inner fire
What a fine eagle you turned out
Life’s battle you have won
Whereas I have lost one and all
We have now parted ways
You are now wrapped up with another
And I in my lonely mansion with father and mother.
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2017
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