Although our memories are few <br />They stick with me like glue <br />From play fight glories to wartime stories <br />I remember every moment like it was yesterday <br />You called me “fatso”; I called you “old man” <br />But no hard feelings or footprints were left in the sand <br />For now you have sailed away into the horizon <br />On the ocean of time calm and clear with nothing left to fear <br />You are safe from the world and the bad things that dwell here <br />On a ship build with good times and a sail wove with love <br />You sail with open arms into the bright sky above <br />My father at the gates awaiting your arrival <br />After 87 years we’re all proud of your survival <br />So go now to a place some call heaven <br />Where I’m sure they play solitaire and euchre 24/7 <br />Enjoy the afterlife; I know we’ll talk again <br />May peace be with you My Great Grandfather, My oldest best friend.<br /><br />Kyle.J Carruthers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-oldest-best-friend-an-ode-for-victor/
