Make New Friends, But Keep the Old. The New is Silver and the Old is Gold

Italy, 2010

Lizzybeth

I wish there was something I could say

to bring us both back so many yesterdays.

We had our fight, we went our ways

We’re trying to mend it now with the things we say

Each side of the story spills the truth

of our separate and very different youths

I want to take a moment to remind you

of those fun-filled things we used to do

I’m going to put our best times

Into many separate little rhymes;

In hope that the way things used to be

Can once again be more than some sort of ancient history.

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I’d sneak quarters from my dad

You’d stuff your pockets with baby-sitting money you already had

You’d ride your bike down my way,

and pick me up along the way

We’d ride to kwick trip, across the street

And buy every candy we’d thought we’d need

We popped in a movie back at your place

And we'd proceed to guiltlessly stuff our face

We laughed and talked till we fell asleep

We’d share everything about our week

Boys and friends we said it all

Those are my favorite conversations that I can recall.

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Your basement was our sanctuary

Though things down there could get pretty scary

We walked like egyptians in a circle

We’d dress-up barbies to look like Erkle

We day dreamed about having our own prince

We got all grossed out when people in movies started to kiss

We talked to boys over fake telephones

We barely ever cleaned up before I went home

We spent hours making mansions out of blankets and couches

They’d cave-in and we’d turn into grouches

We sang Sk8ter boi at the top of our lungs

One of many songs we’d danced to and sung

You always did beat me at darts

I’m still fragile on sucking lol so don’t even start :P

We made faire houses out of boxes of kleenex

We found humor in learning we had a weenis

We colored rubber bands and wore them as bracelets

And we’d snap each others harder to see who could take it

We laid on the couch backwards and watched the blood rush to our heads

And we jumped on it so much I think we broke the fold-out bed

We made animals out of colorful beads and strings

We played cat’s cradle till our fingers would sting

Few of many good times shared in that place

If only we could go back to those days

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You grabbed a sled and I grabbed a sled

We raced down the hill at such speed we should probably be dead

Jazzy would run after and try to jump on

We would scream and laugh and push at her until she moved on

We’d climb back up the hill just a number of times

Till we’d fall of our sleds and laugh so hard we would cry

Then we made the trek across the lake

We’d tilt our head up, stick our tongues out, and try to catch snow flakes

We went all out building our fort

To protect us from indians, Adam, and enemies of any sort

We called it fort Jazz, after our mascot

She kept following us there and simply wouldn’t stop

It lasted all winter, and through that spring

Who knew how many memories a simple stick fort could bring.

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Antooko the monkey, now he’s quite a sight

But not as much as we all were that night

Brownies in the oven, we managed somehow to wait

While we waited for our snack pack of sugar to bake

Then half of the pan one person ate!

I dance like a fool on the mattress laying on the floor

I started singing “squishy” and danced around some more.

Antooko had no choice but to dance as you two watched from close-by

As I made a fool of myself on one of my many sugar highs.

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At the end of each summer we’d head to the pond

We’d sit in the canoe and whine and complain about how fast summer had gone

We wished that the school year wasn’t so long

We’d talk about our plans and reminisce on the things that we’d done

We’d make new goals for ourselves for the new year to come

We’d get stuck in the wind and have difficulty paddling to the other side

I’d paddle wrong or slow and the canoe would turn like a carnival ride.

We always managed to get back in before the sun disappeared behind that horizon line

Signaling the official end to our last day of summer time.

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I hope you know what I’m trying to say

We can always have another yesterday

If you are you and me is me

How happy once again we may find ourselves to be

Although this is all hard to understand

You, will remain and always be my best friend

Maybe we are different people, people change

It only is important that our friendship stay the same

Right now it’s in need of a Dora Band-aid

But I know if we work hard, it can be saved

Just like all those beenie-babies we as doctors fixed-up that had no hope

Anything can be cleaned with a little water and your mom’s always good-smelling bathroom soap (: