Forty years have spun their thread,
Since Leeds' young lads, on bikes we sped.
Through cobbled streets and parks so green,
A loyal bond, a vibrant scene.
Young Dave and I, a fearless pair,
With scraped knees and wind-blown hair.
Exploring paths, both wide and narrow,
Sharing secrets, come what may follow.
Then life's great currents pulled us far,
He sought his fortune, like a star,
To London's hum, a different pace,
Found Nicola, with loving grace.
And Oscar came, a youthful bloom,
Filling their lives, dispelling gloom.
While I remained, where roots run deep,
In Wakefield's arms, my promises to keep.
The miles stretch out, a silent plea,
For laughter shared, just you and me.
The calls and texts, a fragile thread,
Can't match the tales we left unsaid.
Though time has flown and landscapes changed,
That childhood bond, it's rearranged,
But not undone, a sturdy tie,
Beneath the London and Yorkshire sky.
So raise a glass, to Dave, my friend,
May future days our pathways mend.
For forty years, a treasure true,
And many more, for me and you.