To my dear old friend,
My first words said.
Oh how far we've come
Won't you share me some?
Some stories of your life,
But not that with a knife.
I'll share mine too
If you give me a clue-
How did we reach
A feisty breach?
Oh, remember that road
With a croaking toad?
That's where it all started
When white clouds darted
Our ignorant eyes for us to see
Now mind's filled with glee.
Seeing familiar faces
From all sorts of places.
Finally rung the bell
There it ended as well.