My Friend and I

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.

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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