We grew up
in separate neighborhoods,
Meeting when
two roads converged…
Both uniting
on a single path,
The day our
futures merged.
High school
graduation designed
An
unexpected fork in the road…
Moving in
different directions,
We each
found our own area code.
A decade
later, by surprise
Our paths
converged again.
We compared our
different directions,
While
remembering our lives back when.
Still best
friends forever,
The asphalt
paving began to erode.
Different goals
and alcohol,
Placed
a final fork in the road.
Somehow
despite everything,
We both
found what we desired…
A roof, a
bed, a dog to love,
And against
all odds, retired.
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