dear pops,
I wrote this poem for you
hope you liked it,its called my best friend
my best friend
when i was young i had a best friend,
our friendship no one could bend .
we were friends as thick as thieves,
our friendship would last as long as sleeves!
we would go everywhere together,
we would go to farms & play in the heather.
we would eat together,play together,talk together,walk together,
our friendship was strong,as strong as leather!!
as i grew older ,
our friendship grew colder.
i acted like i didnt care ,
but inside it was something i couldnt bare!
we were still good friends,
but our friendship needed some mends.
we still play & have lots of fun,
but unlike before we dont share a bun!
this part of the poem is the end,
and our friendship id like to mend,
so my best friend dad,
about this please dont feel bad!!
love you!
