My Friend Dax

There are many types of friends, one encounters in life,
From an acquaintance to a confidant, a casual kiss to a wife.
Some help you push boundaries, some help you to relax
But in all of planet Earth, there are none like Dax.

Some of his attributes, I will list for now,
Sporty and musical, a lover of good chow.
In love and in life, he wears his heart on his sleeve,
But under all that cheer, lies an intricate weave.

He is the centre of attention, no matter where he goes,
Mostly to pubs or clubs, where women wear little clothes.
His laughter comes easily, and is infectious and loud,
And when United are playing, he stands out in the crowd!

He is fierce and competitive on the football pitch,
And even at 40, leaves the opposition in a ditch.
He is a competent golfer, from time to time,
And swings annoyingly like a pro, when he’s had too much wine.

Our friendship started, while we were still boys at school,
He had a crush on a girl, and needed help to be cool.
I happened to be nearest, in his time of need,
And so dispensed wisdom, which he of course he didn’t heed.

And so started our friendship’s lifelong dance,
He’d share girl troubles, and I’d help him romance.
That set the pace, for our relationship since,
He turns himself into a frog, I help him back into a prince.

Of course our friendship isn’t all one way,
Sometimes I’m no fun, so he helps me to play.
And so many adventures, we shared through the years,
Most brought us laughs, but some brought us tears.

I’d really like to share some of these tales with you now,
But bro rules take precedence, the code won’t allow.
Suffice to say they involved, all manner of foul play,
One ended in an arrest, the others we luckily got away.

In love he still seeks, to find that perfect match,
And though he says it often, ladies, he IS a good catch.
One day there will be a Mrs Dax, of that there is no doubt,
And there will hopefully be little Dax’s, running about.

We are men now and have matured, since the days of our youth,
More refined and cultured, but at times still uncouth.
And though gone are the days, where we moved heaven and earth,
We still strive to be adventurers, men of true worth.

So now we approach the end, of this ode to my bro,
But before I leave you, there is something else you must know.
I must apologise, for this poem’s rhyming abuse,
You see I have two daughters, who love Dr. Seuss.

Anyway, there are many ways to define a true friend,
Some say it is someone, who is there till the end.
Or someone who helps you, in a time of need,
Like when you’re short on cash, and he scores you good weed.

All I know is that, he is like no other,
Less like a friend, and more like a brother.
So let me take this time, to say I love you stacks,
Thanks for being part of my life, my friend Dax.