Teenagers we were then
Privy to our words and tricks
More we dabbled with them
Closer we became in everything
Who were more restrained then
Strangers in their own den
Formative years they lived half way
And grew up not whole but anyway
"Old habits die hard"
Accidental slip costs a lot
As we grow into men
And father figure later on
Let the epithets dear to us
Slip away one by one
We shall still be ourselves
And love one another as before
Where there is no you and me
Hearts sing, wake or sleep
Praises to Him on every lip
Love is everywhere and everything!
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