It’s
hard to believe how things seem to work out,
When
you think nothing will, and your thoughts fill with doubt.
Too
often I’ve seen that scowl cross your face,
The
worry and conflict you grab and embrace.
Simple
deduction and clues to be found,
We
bury our burdens while cases abound.
I
watch in amazement as you stare deep in thought.
Deciphering
with logic; the criminal is caught.
Certainly
our work is dirty sometimes,
But
the end results are us solving the crimes.
Speaking
for myself I have to suggest,
That
working beside you has made us the best.
Your
friendship is genuine; your concern is clear.
You
comfort when needed, suppressing my fear.
Should
a time follow when you wont be there,
I
wanted to tell you how much I do care.
Thanks
for the patience, and thanks for the hand,
That
you’ve always extended to help me to stand.
For
the knowledge I learned, and courage I gained,
Teach
me not to underestimate the friendship sustained.
JS
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