An ode to the mates:

6th April '07 (5:05 am)

Mates my mates..
mates my mates...
of the yesteryears
of today,
who pushed me to where I am,
who are me even as I type these words,
who made me, me, the way I am.
Mates my mates...
mates my mates
of the yesteryears
of today,
of the future, if there is to be.
A tip of the hat,
a thank you not,
a hug, a kiss, a letter,
a message, a wish, a thought,
what should I give thee??
maybe nothing,
maybe all,
all that there is to me.