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To Erik on his Wedding Day, 2018

An ode to Erik.

A joy to Erik

Cheers to Erik

Barbaric flaric

And a man of carat

Diamond in his hands

Gold in His heart

And an apple in his eye

Erik, you’re one hell of a guy.

Growing up we had a lot

Comparatively : what we lacked in

Certain fortunes we compensated

With other portions. 

We had our treasures and pleasures and all could be measured if one had a tool. 

Happiness was in the moment we made,

Like playing legos in the backyard pool. 

we had our quarrels as well

As brothers do, 

And in a world of keeping brothers

Really that’s nothing new. 

From fights to bites to pranks and flanks,

From only having to look at each other in order to say thanks.

There was yelling yes, there was screaming,

There were times you made sure I was meeting 

all the requirements a younger brother had to; like getting a good beating in full lacrosse gear in the backyard. 

And it’s good you’re a big brother, cuz you’re as big as a cattle in a stockyard.

From squabbles to gunfights in parking lots, eating 10pm dinners and talking about bots. from being young and restless to growing old with liver spots,

Erik I’m honored with you to do all the shots.

As aging does to ones soul,

We grow tired of bicker, and fighting as a whole. 

Erik brought me to parties, I learned full. 

Erik brought me to events, and I saw some mo’. 

Erik grew up and so did I. We still might not see it eye to eye, but there’s a maturity in our understanding. Everyone’s got their own plane to be landing. 

So begins a new era,

And so begins your worshipping to Hera. 

Marriage and birth, you’re increasing your family, or for rhymes sake: your girth.

Saddle up and strap in, in this miracle of life, this game Erik’s determined to win. 

Competitive, confident, and acute,

Erik’s a quality guy : brains to boot. 

So take care, have fun, and keep learning, 

In years to come a coming yearning

Will want for good memories to loot. 

Make em, cherish em, remember them. 

And hold on to those who give you memories, that’s where life’s happiness will stem. 

Erik, my Russian comrade, my Danish bror, my Filipino kuya, my Indian Bhai, my South African bhuti, my American kinsman: another from the same mother,

My blood brother.

I love you, I’d bleed for you, lie, cheat, steal, kill and even hide the body for you. Or simpler come and fix the lawn mower for you. Remember to check your spark plug, and remember to always hug. 

A shrug off the old block, a chip off the shoulder, the brightest bulb in the candle lit room, and a true rolling stone boulder. Moss ain’t got nothing on you yet,

And you got milestones to tackle, and you will, I’d take that bet.

Isn’t it strange how brothers are just there, I don’t remember the time we met. You’ve always just been there, and I hope in years to come to pass, and when you got your own little lad and lass, I’ll be there for you. To make those memories pleasured. And to make a life well worth treasured. 

So you’re married soon,

And off you’ll be on your honeymoon,

I hope you can still make her swoon,

And from one man to another man,

It’s okay sometimes to be the little spoon. 

So congrats to Jen and cheers to Erik 

Together they are the couple JenErik

But oh anything he is but generic

He’s got many of ones merit

Cheers and Godspeed to Erik!