The ones you go to for help,
When you just had a fight with Mom and Dad,
Or your boyfriend.
The ones you go to, to tell them that
Or just need a shoulder to cry on.
The ones you look up to,
And talk to about everything.
They're there for the good times,
And everything in between.
He helps me with everything.
Now all he needs,
*This poem is dedicated to my brother, Jacob Andrew Beuerlein.
There For Good Times And Bad
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Published: February 2006