poetry, Writing

My Old Friend

We have seen so much together my old friend.

We have shared many beers,

Maybe even a few tears.

We have had our ups,

and our downs.

We have traveled,

and we have stayed home.

I remember the day that we first met.

From there our path was set.

I always look forward to when we meet.

Even when that time was months apart.

I know I have treated you unkind and tossed you aside.

But I always dust you off and take you back.

Yes you are my favorite piece of cloth.

My dear hockey jersey.

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