Theives Of Time

A poem on friendship. A long day of thoughts led me to this topic and I happened to think of my childhood friends.

Friends are theives of time
Everyone knows that

Yet we enjoy the joyful company
Carving out a world of memories

From what is but a blank life.
Memories that make us smile

Years down the road. Those
That make us cry, tears rolling

In nostalgia and a longing
For the times that will return not.

Every joke, every joy, every
Sorrow, every piece of candy

Shared. No annexed from us.
By these theives. The theieves

Of time. Our friends.
Oh how we relish

The company that they are.
God’s real gifts are what we call

Friends. And be they many
Or be they few. They are friends.

Destined to be together forever
In joy and sorrow.

Whether you’re down in the dumps
Or in the seventh heaven

Rest assured they will be with you.
Coz they are your friends.

Would love your feedback on this. Who are your real friends? What are the adventures you’ve had with them? Lets discuss.

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