Old Poem

I'll be climbing the top of the mountain
I'll be swimming ocean, seas, and rivers
I'll be roaming, walking, running, crawling
I'll be loving, hating, praying
I'll be who I want to be
But in the end
When I'm coming home
What matters will surface...

Love.
Family.
Friends.

And friendship is what you have in me.
You matter to me.