Brothers For Life

Remember when we high fived 
Mates and brothers for life no jive
Youth and optimism was our creed
No thought of it ending or of further needs

And the years went on
We lived our lives all along
Then death broke our bond  
And memories are what’s left to dwell upon.

© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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December 9, 2019 at 3:51 AM
Ah, the "good ole days" - yes, I do!
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