By Barry Long
Goodbye old friend
This is the end
For you and me
The path splits here.
You must know
It’s time to go
Old friend, my fiercest foe
Farewell.
It once was fun
To think we’d done
To win and lose
Reject and choose.
But as the youth outgrows the toy
Dearest possession of the boy
We’re through.
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