A CAMARADERIE NONPAREIL...

Of two cronies, I intend not to speak for that is anything but true,
And yet the ones I mention here can be deemed likewise,
So while the father remains the oasis for beatitude to accrue,
The girl,her daughter and the lighthouse, comes indeed as a surprise...

Their camaraderie, the like of which,has never been seen before,
Is full of mirth and jape for undermining parental and filial lore,
The coarse and vulgar banter that finds a dearth in shame,
The "Oh, my God!" becomes what I dare not name...

The innumerable challenges have only bolstered their alliance,
To find succour in the the most stressful of situations,
It only reiterates their steadfast adherence to defiance,
Which employs predicament for only short probations.

Now the daughter is the nucleus of the ageing father's life,
Who can still precipitate a smile regardless of the strife,
And the latter becomes the focal point for the little damsel,
To induce gentle bathos when all is not well...

Their spirits are never dampened for they find a reason to live,
Discard despair and gloom to the distant wilderness,
And to their folly an instant coorective do they give,
Which leaves it forlorn to merely wonder and guess.

They conduct themselves as the two providentially designed friends,
Breaking new grounds, while setting up incipient trends,
And the happiness of one presupposes that of the other,
While the miseries get precluded by the hope they share together...

But,alas,Pox be upon that tyrant Time that has a complicity with Fate,
That is testing the fortitude of the small girl once again,
This time,the fountainhead of felicity,is himself hoodwinked by the bait,
And this is aggravating the already existing plenitude of pain...

Every inch of her shall perish, save her unyielding will,
Because she is like the one who says,"I am Duchess of Malfi still,"
And though she has no one to make her bouyant and cheer her up,
She becomes so,for it is NOW,that her father will drink from her
                                                                        prophylactic cup,
For then what her father gave, she in turn shall return the favour,
Helping him when his chips are down, as he did her,for her to savour,
The ravages of time may vanquish them albeit they may get my lifespan,
Yet,destitute verses shall outlive all,to sing for them whenever they can...