Alan .S. Jeeves

My Friend and I

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 passed by

As we reminisce ~ or try,

To 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 enthrall

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

 

 

 

 

 



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