Silly be the voice that say
In two separate courses a path must stay
In due course shall they cross once more
But in different light, and altered door.
Fear not the changing of our time
For once more will again our paths entwine.
Thoughts pertaining between two sibs
Be ever close till death from cribs.
As such I wish upon your blessed life
you full of joy, and free of strife.
– A Sentimental Record of Myself