His face, deeply imprinted from youth
he and I, two souls knit by our pasts
oh so different, yet brotherly are we.
How we laugh, recalling our adventures
his Laurel foibles to my Hardy ways.
Familiar as wearing well worn coats
our voices and friendly pats resonate
two intrinsic souls woven together, forever.
Written on 4/13/2019
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2019
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