Leaving

The day was coming the day i had dreaded,
But that day was the way in which i am headed,
Leaving my friends might make me cry,
Specially when i say the final goodbye,

Hugging you tight I wont let you go away,
I might not see you again by the end of the day,
Will miss the others but you the most,
I still want you to come round for a sunday roast,
I have known you since my first day of playschool,
You are my best friend as special as a jewel,

I have loads of pictures and memories too,
Of good and bad times spent with you,
The good and bad times as special as each other,
Because your as special to me as a brother,
That year went really quick,
I miss that year i had in year six!