Lil’ Ste and Me

 


He was the very first friend I ever had... 

He was the first kid I ever knew...

We went to Holy Name together...

We were in Cub Scouts together, too...


Sometimes I would get his hand me downs... 

He was a little older and bigger, you see... 

But he was always like my brother...

A wonderful friendship, Lil’ Ste and me...


He taught me about the Packers...

He knew everything there was to know about Bart Starr... 

We both had a crush on pretty Shawn...

But neither one of us got very far...


I used to always sleep at his house...

He could rhyme better than Muhammad Ali... 

His parents would often host parties...

We would sneak drinks, Lil’ Ste and me...


We went to Sam Barthe Camp together...

And watch the Saints lose almost every game... 

Even though we went to different high schools... 

Our friends were all one in the same...


There wasn’t much we didn’t know about each other... 

Sometimes we shared a girl or three...

We would tell each other the funniest stories...

A wonderful friendship, Lil’ Ste and me...


Sooner or later, we both had to grow up... 

And eventually get married, once or twice...

Even though we still liked to party...

We both tried to always act nice...


But deep down inside, we’re both little boys... 

And that forever will always be...

The glue that keeps our friendship together... 

A wonderful friendship, Lil’ Ste and me...


© 2022 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

My Wonder Years: A Book

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