For My Best, Best Friend

Long ago, and far away,
This sweet little boy stood in a park.
A pensive look
And deep, brown eyes,
On his journey, barely embarked.

As he traveled on his appointed path,
It seemed that it would never end.
In the school of Life
He picked up titles:
Student, soldier, husband, father, friend.

And life went on in a normal fashion
Still seeming as if it would never end.
Then things changed,
And rearranged,
And his star began to descend.

He began to fear, for his Twilight Years,
Was this descent to be his fate?
Trying one last dance,
He took a chance
And asked his Somebody for a date.

The evening was like magic,
As if a Genie opened up a jar.
Their love revealed
And, with a kiss, sealed
By the light of a shooting star.

No more doubts or uncertainties,
No need to wonder how it might end,
No more fears,
For his Twilight Years
Will be spent with his best, Best Friend.