Friendship Day
Friendship Day
The co-conspirators in every childhood escapade,
The fools, the smart-asses, the wicked mischiefs,
The screamers, the unrealistic romantizers, the helping hands,
The cribbing kind, the useless romantics,
The charmers, the one with all the antiques
No, they did not pick you when you fell
Albeit they slipped down with you
And you laughed together
At your own living hell
You loitered around penniless
But you had the luxury of time and boy did you make a mess
You stole things together, and broke that poor bloke's nose
Rang the bell and ran away from the nosy Mrs. Double Chin and fat elbows
You wept together and several times so
And also laughed till the belly ached
And you also got jealous
When Mom gave away a larger piece of your b'day cake
And you grew and life became more..
Oh how do I put..
It became more incomprehensible
The smart-asses left and so did the wicked kind
But they left something in you
Something unaudlterated
Some more came along
The intellectuals, the dream-catchers and the dilly-dallying kind
The borderline vexatious extistentials, the tech savvy minds,
The singers, the pokers, the jokers, the mad haters, the always on the phone kind
And Life went on, with balances and bills,
Maids and dishes, career and prestige
And familial dramas that sends R. R. Martin chills
Belly aches were still common
Sometimes from flatulence, often from extreme meriment
I theorized laughter was surely invented by a friend
You wept some in unison, this time the cries softened
And held each other tight and hugged each other often
They were no wizards they could not fix you
They know you are fallible
But that did not impede their love.
Well, what can you say, they were a little gullible
Clueless imperfect retards, en route a journey hand in hand
Isn't this what we call perfection?
The body may be under depredation
And the mind under amnesia
But the soul is satiated
With these fellow clueless mindless co-passengers
And with them these moments of redemption
This is for all of you, my dear retards
In so many ways I more you than I am mine
Childhood may have gone, but thanks to you
The child in me is still prestine