We traded words and we traded barbs;
we traded stories and we traded cards.
We’ve known each other for many years…
through childish play and warranted fears.
With luck, we’ll see plenty more
and relish all that’s yet in store.


There once was a boy named Keith
who likened himself to a thief
he was quick as the wind
and a lifelong friend
much to our lingering grief.


Just ‘cause you’re alone
doesn’t mean that no one cares.
We think of you when
we aren’t there. We care even
when you don’t care for yourself.