Lost Friend

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Oregon
5385 lakeport st. N 5039315996
United States
45° 0' 8.6148" N, 123° 3' 3.9168" W
24060
United States

 

 

 

The Loss of a friend is a difficult battle

The Ride with me on a single saddle

Was there to introduce me as a senior

But soon left, many said it was just a fever

 

As I think back to a time that was so prime

When I sat back and signed for the first time

I had never seen my home become so stratified

A day of disbelief, that tumbled all my pride

 

Now all that aside, he was alway there to guide

Making up his own path, I was always down to ride

Everybody knew him, his fame was so discrete

A man of so much wisdom, Arab brother’s couldn’t meet

 

Now I’ve met a new friend, his name is also numerical

He reminds me of 2016, that was always so hysterical

The time has come to accept my lost friend

2017 is next, people say he likes pretend

 

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Me
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Comments

TamingOfSeaWolves

well written

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