I came across a photograph from a long time ago.
A group of brothers, a crew if you will, young, tan and strong.
I looked a little closer and some sadness crept in,
You see I noticed that some of us are gone.
Our irreverent band of misfits, our tribe of never more,
Scattered now across the plains of time.
Those carefree days together, those summers how we ran,
Exist now in this image and echo in my mind.
PSW
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