What have we, but time?
Certainly not certainty,
And definitely not definity.
What have we, but never-ending?
No, not never, (check the negatives),
But never-ending.
Consistent elapsing of the clock.
With that we learn to experience,
But unfortunately we block out our conscience.
Oh, many are the benefits;
We mustn’t overlook ice-skating,
Hot tubs, movie premiers, roller coasters.
All the gray-toed, white socks of dating.
Neither regret/forget a night like any other,
Save for a blue bag of corn chips,
Dim lighting and a cup of hot chocolate.
But mistakes, mostly by one party,
Have dimmed the lights further,
Even clouded out the Sun (chip).
Questions remain unanswered. Stories untold.
We sit. We wait. We sing.
What have we, but time?

Friends are special and always have been,
But certain ones stick out just a tad more.
Less like a nail in wood, capable of pain,
More like a tree near a seashore.

Always the coolest, best-looking, funniest, awesome-est,
He’s also a good guy.
He befriended the lamest, smallest, weirdest kid,
Helped to make him less shy.

Thankfully, through the beginning of a friendship,
Blossomed a great one between us,
With broken mirrors, blanketless nights,
Crashed weddings, Ying Yang Twins, PC bound bus.
You came with, actually convinced,
A little Vanderbilt kid to get a tattoo.
A permanent mark of friendship and love,
Who better to convince than you?

How you care about others, and always love to laugh,
Being with Ian is infectious,
How could it not be?
His eyes and “that look” are just soooo precious.

I’m thankful to have you,
My lumberjack friend.
Here’s to many good years to come,
May the good times never end.