2011 - Day 101

My city's split by One Oh One
I miss that place a lot,
Mostly the people that dwell there
Old town that's not forgot.
Eighteen year mark ended high school life
Onto the next plateau,
Distance between we grew apart
But we'd visit to and fro.
Now settling into our early lives
All across the coast,
Yet my bros are my bros
So you better damn know
That we'll always meet up for a toast-
We drink and we laugh and we yell and we dance
The past shines a light on the future,
I'll never forget the good times we've had
And I look forward to
What lies around
The corner.