Friends are two legs of a compass

Friendship is a tree
The more you water it
The more it grows and bears fruit for u

We are gentlemen
Not because we sport fine dresses
But because we are gentle

Our behaviour is our honour.

Happiness
Is but a gust of wind

You cannot restrain it

Without hurting yourself
You cannot reach the hill

We're kinda small,
But we can be tall,
And play with the switches
On the walls.

We can run.
Ready. Set. Go.
You'll never catch us,
Don't you know.

We can reach anything
Out of reach.
We ride our bikes on our street.
We sometimes laugh until we ***.
We get our bruises riding scooters.
We're one on our teeter-totter.
We see-saw you.

You're always there
in my ear
giving me grief
telling me things
that I don't want to hear
blah is as far as it gets
before
I switch off and

what did you say?
yes dear
of course dear
I'll do it now dear

well
you can't not hear
a direct command.

Our sin is but a ghost
That haunts our each Breath
And accompanies us to hell

I have today grown old.
I was never told,
Make every day count.
I counted days,
Missed some years,
My advice may fall on deaf ears
To those who know how to live their lives.
Everyday. Everyway.
It's not easy.
I recognize the mantle
On my children's faces;
See them counting milestones,
Running theirs through the paces.
How do I tell them
Count every day,
and not count every day;
But make every day count?

When misery falls upon a nan
Imposters run off