Despite what all fixèd have said,
    I will my position maintain; 
The cosmically whimsical thread
    is what sustains the sane. 

N'er so our better selves--
    The intended us, from winch friendship bore,
Met amidst Wal-Mart shelves
    to mend the never torn.

His new dad mug, and learnèd brow,
    And crossed arms, to match agéd discern, 
To my comrade as to how,
    Fits what single me has now learned.

For, his nor mine status does mean,
    Upon his or mine weight,
When we peered upon the beach line scene,
    Courtesy the Island View, friendship's a rekindled state.

By glassed Gulf waters, reflecting honey by day;
    When neons mimicked brotherhood's hue,
A chance run-in at end cap displays,
    A reconnection I never thought I knew.

When in the years of twenties,
    Moonshine & eve's women we did keep.
Now of what we want plenty,
    Are AM blinds soaked with the sunny,
Along with little humans who disturb our sleep.

And steady shall my fixèd be,
    Once View's robbing inevitably commenced;
Funds true friends loose are done next to him and me.
    High school bonds stand no less than entrenched. 
Alongside each other, at least, we're incensed.

From the Soul, 

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📕“The Dad Friend (Poem)” is a piece from my upcoming published anthology, “Return from the Pale Trail: Gifts to Humanity We’ve Been Taught to Forget.” I’m ecstatic to share this wonderful piece of literature with the family. I hope you all enjoy. Until then, feel free to check out my other published materials.