Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Four Youth

From 1st through 12th grade we kids were

A four pack through all thick and thin.

Most of our antics for sure

Assured some trouble we'd get in.

For us it always was a game.

Which one of us would come up with

The next way to fortune and fame,

Turn to heroes for real, not myth.

Those were the years of growing up,

And grabbing all the gusto of

Whatever was next mission, yup,

The word went unsaid, but was love.

Young four of us did share so much.

Old four of us fell out of touch.