Post-August 2019, there started a tale
Which this poem will try to tell
From a youths’ place, this story does hail

Ahead in this poem, ’twill unfold
What, to date, was unshared and untold
’Tis something that will ne’er get old
There were two stranger souls
They knew none, nor each other, at all
But somehow, time was playing its ’ole

Gradually, it came a day, in front of an internal entrance gate
Ze got to know each other, ’twas the place where first ze met
When One got stuck in things, a helping hand the Other led
And the story’s founding stone it did set

Eventually, betwixt ’em, a bond was made
Ze didn’t talk regularly, but the bond didn’t fade
Each with a secret but none of ’em shared
To tell each other, none of ’em e’er dared...