By
T.K. Flicek
Talking and laughing,
remembering the good old times.
Telling old stories,
yours and mine.
Singing and dancing
letting the heart soar,
carefree and happy
out on the dance floor.
Birthdays come and
birthdays go,
we share and celebrate
while we both grow old.
Offering comfort
when life falls apart.
Being a shoulder,
to restore the heart.
Through all the sadness
and hardships life sends,
I am blessed three times over
that your are my friend.
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