Letters to Benjamin: Series #18
04182019 7:30 am
"I have so many memories, they still make me laugh,
A lifetime of adventures could fill a book and a half.
Always getting into trouble everywhere we went,
An angel with a crooked halo, from heaven he was sent.
It started back in high-school, after mom would fall asleep,
Underage drinking, wondering around the streets.
Then there was that one night, you fell on your face,
We had to convince mom you tripped over your shoe lace.
Then you left for Boston, and I visited every chance I could,
Partying stoop kids in the city, was like a second childhood.
You worked at Northeastern, with friends from Burkley,
Poor man tour of the city, with all the sites to see.
Eating crepes for breakfast, smoking by the pond,
To you, my brother Ben, I've never known a greater bond.
You took me to a four star restaurant for my 21st birthday,
Before we went, we drank two bottles of chardonnay.
When it came to scattergories, you out wit me every time.
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