The Times We Bare

The time we bare,
and memories shared,
make a friendship rare.
But on one faithless day,
some men who blended in,
TRIED to take that away.
You fought against death,
and won in the end.
Though when all was said and done,
I somehow felt I hadn't won.
It's as if I let you down,
I don't even belong in this town.
So please come here.
Take my place.
Don't be thrown here and there.
In the end,
I too fought death.
But unlike you my friend,
Death won the battle I was in.
Overtook my mind, body, and soul,
and took me to the grave

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