Hamber... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when we were young boys
we were neighbors and i had a bike
which i use only during weekends and
i remember Hamber

he stole it and used it for a week
repainted it and stored it in the bunkhouse
and so when i returned
i stole it back and repainted it myself

we were friends and we play a lot
and no word is uttered as to who is the real thief.
for in friendship, as we swim together in the
river of life, every sin is completely forgiven.