Friends;
Friends can be trusted.
Friends are loyal, kind, caring.
Friends are ones you can have fun with, laugh with, play with.
To find the true meaning of friendship you must look deeper.
It lies within everyone’s heart and soul.
But I fear the days of the three musketeers are soon to end.
Those happy days we shared are soon to be just memories.
Suddenly that day is here.
We go our separate ways.
The three Musketeers have finally parted.
We are of one mind no longer.
Our hopes shifted to those of differences.
We have new lives we live now.
We’ve gone to school apart from each other.
Found new friends.
Then one day, while walking down the street, we meet.
The three of us together again.
Old hateful memories forgotten, we hug.
The three Musketeers are reunited.
War;
What is the point of war?
Bloodshed, tears shed, grief.
Because of a disagreement between the ones we trust to lead us?
We kill because of things people say, or do, or even who they are.
Now that doesn’t seem right.
I say we should look deeper into people, within their souls, to find their true intentions.
Some of the purest of hearts are the poorest of people.
Here we are sitting in the middle of this war; this killing.
Drive by shooting.
Several shots.
Acute pain.
I go weak; fall.
I look up.
My friends.
Tears in their eyes.
Again I ask why there is war.
Blood shed, tears shed, grief.
In my last breaths, my last thoughts, I tell them not to worry about me.
I’ll be fine.
God will help me.
That the three Musketeers shall again be reunited.
Blood masks my vision.
I lay still.
Why;
Why is the unanswerable question.
There is always another why at the end of every answer.
White clouds all around me,
Heaven.
God once said there would be no more tears shed on earth.
I did not live to see that day.
For that I am deeply grieved.
Grief;
Grief cannot be known until felt.
Experienced.
I have.
The three Musketeers have.
I turn around.
My friends!
Not even death could keep us apart.
We gaze in awe-struck wonder at all the violence we lived in on our little planet Earth.
We’re extremely sad to see all the killing, grief, and destruction.
Joy;
Joy is the great happiness I feel when I’m with my friends.
When we laugh.
The three Musketeers are again reunited.
The joys we shared are alive once more.
Happiness is again ours to hold, this time, forever.
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