Three Comrades

The small town had an open park.
Three friends grew up together within it.

Born together, they looked one the same.
Even still, they formed in different worlds.

One would try daily to conquer the park.
The next was awed by the beauty around it.
The last was enraptured by the sky and stars.

Over time they went separate ways.
They found new homes and and new friends.
They followed their hearts first formed together.

One day they reunited to celebrate their lives.
Forever comrades, they found the park once more.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, poet and maker.
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