Always. (a sort-of sonnet)

 Sweet as the honey of a honeybee,

Or salty as the water in the sea.

Tall and short, thick and thin, yet either way, 

It comes from within. Oh yes it's true, 

That wonderful touch to the heart but say, 

How time plays, with those long tales, there with you,

The rich, the blank ones too, I recall them

With given aged sense within my gem.

Oh yes it is true, that sometimes I do

I laughed about those days, and, even cried, 

While in the sun and in the rain too.

We had fun and life at birth we enjoyed

Though I still prayed hoping without pretend,

That soon I would see you my dear old friends.