Not just "based".
One tall and brown,
The other short and white,
Though they looked so different,
They were close to each other's heart.
The tall knew all about it,
When the short began to learn,
Hand by hand he led him,
Through commands and G-d's way.
Far away from home,
Sleeping bed-to bed,
"Don't you ever leave me"
One whispered, scared,
"Oh, no, I wouldn't dare"
A few years later
A crossroad threatens.
Right or left? South or north?
It doesn't matter,
They both chose the same choice.
Years past and they're still together,
Except for when duty called,
The white soon joined the Air Force
And the brown joined the Armored Corps.
But, the tall came once with a girl friend,
And soon under Chuppa they stood.
The short couldn't stay so lonely,
And married after a year or two.
Oh, yeah, we can tell even longer
The story of the good friends.
Who were all these years together
From nearby or far away.
This friendship didn't keep longer
When dark overshadowed them.
The white held his breath forever,
And left to a better place…
He was left so sad and lonely,
Though he had still more life,
He had children and wife
But his dead old friend
Now, is a bleeding wound.
The brown couldn't find serenity
To his stormy restless soul
He carried him forever
In his painful suffer heart.
This poem could have been even longer
If not this cursed dark night
When the tall was hit by a trailer
And returned his life to G-d.
This is a poem of life-long friendship
This is a poem of an endless love
The tall and short, white and brown
Are sitting there now and laugh…