True friends

When we look back
at our formative years,
we see them with a mixture
of laughter and tears.
The laughter of friends,
foolin' around
the wonder, the awe
at the things we found.
The comfort we gave
to each other at night,
while tending the wounds
of yet another fight!
The trials we went through
the victories, well fought,
the sickness we felt
and the fear when caught.
And through it all,
when all is said and done,
we emerged, unscathed
each, our father's son.
And wouldn't it be good
to see through all these years
with clarity, and remembrance
of the laughter and the tears.