THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
🙈
My friend and I conversed,
Just as the morning burst,
We parleyed over things that we hold dear;
We talked of how it was
When we were young because...
We talk, a lot, of things of yesteryear.
My friend and I talk on
Of former days, now gone,
We tell each other stories from afore;
We talk of days well spent,
And wonder where they went,
Then relive all the times we had, once more.
My friend and I evoke
Old memories of the folk
Who coloured both our lived from time to time;
We smile as we recall,
As each other we enthral
With tales of deeds encountered in our prime.
My friend and I remember
Things ~ now a burning ember ~
Some further friends, sadly now expired;
Though we often call to mind
The others left behind
Who, like us, are gratefully retired.
My friend and I sit hushed
As private thoughts are pushed
To the vanguard of our memory by and by;
So, we\'ll enjoy our treasured hours
As we build our \'ivory towers\'
And chuckle to ourselves ~ my friend and I.
ASJ