Many, many decades later,

time had etched its tales upon our skin.

The echoes of laughter from childhood

days still stirred like whispers in the wind.

 

Once, we were reckless, dreaming bold,

jumping fences we weren’t meant to cross.

Now, wiser yet no less hopeful,

we trace our past with tender gloss.

 

The distance stretched, a quiet river,

years rolled by like drifting leaves.

Yet when we met again grey and older

our hearts recalled what memory we weaved.

 

For though the seasons changed our faces,

and life had pushed and pulled our hands,

the brothers we were stood unshaken,

our bond unbroken, strong as the land.