My First, True, Best Friend

We’ve gathered here to celebrate
This wonder, perfect, and happy date
Because this day that’s come again
Is the day that was born my first, true, best friend

I’d like to ask if you remember when
We would choose our outfits from a costume bin
Or when we’d jump on the couch and play pretend
‘Till the ceiling was hit and we’d count to ten

All the laughter and bruises that each of us had
As we each had our turn being rolled in a sleeping bag
The hours playing games in the basement we’d spend
And how you’d boast about how you would always win

Eventually the games and costumes we outgrew
But I’ll never forget watching movies with you
Over the years we stayed somehow connected
A direct side effect of our friendship perfected

In many ways we’ve not stayed the same
But there are things between will never change
So thanks for the memories, let them never end
And thank your for being my first, true, best friend