Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Another poem by yours truly

Today again I had a thought,
Of my dear friends, in our golden days
And a smile creeps onto my lips
As I reminisce about our fun and wicked ways

When we used to play and have lots of fun,
Pranks, jokes, slights and brawls
Moments of innocence, instances of devilry
They all blend together in my memory

As I miss them again today,
And i wish they were here with me
A tear falls down from my eyes,
And a smile creeps onto my lips....