boys- a poem

[yuila]

hi
do you like my poem?


WE were all boys, and three of us were friends;
And we were more than friends, it seemed to me: --
Yes, we were more than brothers then, we three. . . .
Brothers? . . . But we were boys, and there it ends.

We never half believed the stuff
They told about James Wetherell;
We always liked him well enough,
And always tried to use him well;

But now some things have come to light,
And James has vanished from our view, --
There is n't very much to write,
There is n't very much to do.

i made it up but is is not very good