Posted on Wednesday, 16 April 2003
Softly at night two boys stood
One bad and one good
Each in their own way dark and fair
Having childhood stories to share
Sharing secret smiles and looks
While the worms on their line
Wiggled sadly on the hooks
One joked while the other grinned
In a simple unending rhyme
Gentle silence softly blend
A simple breeze here and then
The moon rising while the stars shine
Just two boys becoming men
Never holding back or hiding
A mutual connection for all time
Everlastingly binding
Between him, the fish and I
Now, I never knew who was good or bad
And our stories are still both sad
I only knew this at the time
I was his best friend and he was mine.