The Three Muskateers

We spent those last summer days Getting high Hot days with no clouds in the sky Laying on the green freshly cut grass Not thinking about how long these days would last Playing badminton stoned in the sun The three of us could take on anything or anyone Walks on the beach Talks of dreams almost out of reach Careless fun of those two weeks Before we all went separate ways At night drinking wine smoking and feeling fine The discussions during drunken high philosophical conversation Laying out all our fears and contemplating death Made me appreciate these times on this spinning earth Now there are kids, relationships, continents, work and wives Filling up and enriching our expanding lives How things have changed since then, during those unexpecting days Continuing to survive in our own unique ways The three musketeers Don’t worry comrades We will remain the most complete friends throughout All of our years Those summer days will be lived again Even more important to do so nowAs we don’t know when.

The Three Muskateers

Pluto

Arklow, Ireland

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Boys will be boys.

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