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This is a poem about a group of adults-
an under appreciated bunch;

For whom a perfect date is never with a person,
but with a very yummy lunch.

This is about that person in your gang,
to love yet uninitiated.

Though in the face of tragic heart breaks,
the 'love guru' the gang has officiated.

Their phones are either engaged or they are at midnight online,

Without knowing when or how, these clueless humans became the relationship hotline.

They listen , say the right things , there's nothing they don't seem to be able to mend;

They won't tell you, but they often Google 'Ways to cheer up a friend'.

When people their age talk of the other gender with spite from experiences bitter,

You will see them patient with the whining, understandingly nodding, turning into a baby sitter.

Ironically labelled 'the kid' , this person knows more than the grown ups of your clan,

Simply because they don't have to set aside, while on the phone, a significant personal plan .

Inspite of it all, they are never sure of where in their life they are expected to fit in a spouse,

Because in their own self, in silence, they have found a comfortable house.

Although the underdog of the bunch, their signature lies on major events of your life,

Like the day you broke your silence once and for all, or entertained the thought of ending it all with a slash of a knife.

A loyal bunch, the goofiest characters, with days seemingly uncomplicated, simple.

They are the ones who pick you up, dust you and when all seems dark, help your life rekindle.