poem for my best friend

when do you stop having a best friend?

will it happen when I’m married –

when I’m sad or when I’m happy

or if I’m eighty and getting weighty

did it happen to mum or

did it happen to dad?

it’s dumb that I care

‘cause right now I’m just scared

but if it happens tomorrow

I guess that’s alright by me

at least now I have you

and you’ll always do.

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