My Dear Sid

I see that you're on the move again, always in a rush 

Never one for simplicity, constantly on the run 

I ask if I can come along, to which you aquiesce 

Hopefully we can be successful in having fun for ourselves 

Whenever I needed your help with girls, you were there 

Sometimes til evening, when you wanted to return to your burrow 

You often say that your mind is limited when in fact it is vast 

If not for your lessons, I would have no desire to be quick and sharp 

This world is full of heroes and charlatans, whom you have seen a plenty 

If not for your wisdom through experience, how could I possibly see these frauds

It is because of you that I continue to grow and live, then and now 


An ode to you, my dear Sid 



This poem is about: 
My family
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