My Pal

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My Pal
I sit here, thinking about the time we spent
You were the best gift that god ever sent
As the time passed by, our friendship grew
And we sat together to drink the mountain dew.

Time and tides never wait for anyone
But, I did have someone who waited for me
We always did the things left by many undone
Between us it was never I or you, it always was we

The Roads that we took & the things that we did
Were those which your parents would forbid
We had differences and we did fight
Most of them hardly could last a night

In times of peril together we would stick
One stood beside & cared when other was sick
Both famed by the virtue of our Atticism
Nobody could separate us, even by racism

Many perceived our thoughts were abnormal
And had notions that we were devoid of sanity
Our fantasies bestowed with Supernatural & paranormal
That should not mislead, we never strayed from humanity

A time came when our paths diverged
Lost in thoughts, in tears I was submerged
But the bond was strong & we could bridge the gap
The distances between us could only be found on map
                                                                       
~ Surya
In loving memory
                    Of Mickey (friend, maverick,
                                                                                             Guitarist, savant, bohemian)

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