How lovely it is
to walk beside
a friend
who had always been
there by your side
on many a chilly morning
and all through the darkening sky of life
of rebellious teenage
and meaningful memories.
How lovely,
and how fondly
do i cherish
of a father,
more than friend
more than a giving light
of embrace
and guidance.
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