Due to a lack of internet on a recent trip down south, I resorted to clearing out my laptop’s hard drive. Getting rid of pictures I don’t want or need, looking through my documents. It’s funny finding some of the old stuff that I wrote, and funny remembering (or trying to figure out) the inspiration behind them. And amongst them I found this little gem – it isn’t much of a poem, hell it doesn’t even rhyme, but the memory of the event that inspired it makes me smile. To me it just is the epitome of what friendship is. Me and this particular mate are very different (and consecutive zodiac signs :S doesn’t help), and yet we still got on, pretty well I’d say. We had a good few laughs. Still do on occasion.
It was after a trip with my choir, and a couple of friends and I were waiting to be picked up. One was dancing about, singing in Savonian (Ieva’s Polkka), and the other was stood with me, just talking. I honestly don’t remember what was so funny about our shoes…I wish I did.
It is simply called:
Birmingham Pick Up
We agree to disagree
Fair enough
Under the stars I see picture upon picture opportunity
You see the sky, trees, roads and cars. Nothing special.
Unlike you. In your own words “I’m not normal, I’m special.”
True enough.
A little braggy though, one must admit.
But as long as I can stand here, under the stars with you,
Laughing about our shoes,
I’ll be happy.
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