Knights of the Old Republic -------------------------------------------
We lived fantasy before reality caught wind
Flew black sails before the water to spend
we were knights before respected and then
we dropped off like we never were friends
I remember all the times we lived up
I remember all the times we lived in
I carry the best of the natures I can
and I hope things between us can mend
I floated on and floated off and floated sin
and I prayed and I coughed and I fended
and I tried and I fought and I tended
but the well is a hell bent around heaven depended
and I regret most of the time we were pinned in
You were always tall and tougher than
the worst of worlds we suffered and
I think the best is yet to come
and you've built a life that's envysome
I hold pride and respect, before the jealous
knew great things were meant like they would tell us
you had brains and brawn and the merit to sell it
I harbor no ill will, and that's a promise
we were best of friends, and believe I felt it
that has no end, but strain can quell it
one day there will be more room to delve it
this day at noon, was nice and well spent
take care my brother, friend, and folk
this life is a wheel and we're the spokes
I love that game. And somehow I immediately thought of the comradery between myself and my old friends (because it is a classic!)
And therefore your title drives this piece home for me for two reasons...
1) Nostalgia - It was around time playing that game where my relationships (with now otherwise distant friends) were at their peak and even though life itself was less than favorable, my friendships kept me going.
2) I know too well the content of this piece and the implications. It is such a bitter sweet thing. Sounds sort of like a growing apart in this scenario.
The poem itself was good, well structured and the flow was really nice. Some of the same line, 2 or 3 rhymes threw me off a bit (but mostly because its not my exact style). I would have liked to see that fantasy theme be fleshed out a little more, it seems like you abandoned it about midway. I think if you went back and revisited the them of the first two stanzas and found a way to interwork them in the rest of the poem it would work very well.