The Time Of Our Lives

Life always offers, 

options and choice. 
We hope our paths, 
bring us rejoice.

The journey’s we take, 
are often alone. 
But sometimes it’s wiser, 
to pick up the phone.

So much more sweeter, 
with a friend or a few. 
The history of time, 
holds memories like glue.

Beautiful moments, 
with friends we create. 
In our minds forever, 
brings joy to each plate.

No matter how small, 
we must savour the taste. 
Friendships need time, 
dissolve upon haste.

Every good friend, 
passionately strives, 
always seeks truth, 
and the time our lives.

by anitapoems.com

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