3/27/11

From time to time old friends are met,

And, through them, all our years betrayed.

The mirror, day to day, forgets,

But rare reunions reckon age.

The memories that we maintain,

Like dreams on waking, are dispelled.

When hearing how much life has changed,

No longer, can we fool ourselves.

Long friendships are a blessing, yes.

I pray that mine shall never end,

But, some small grief, I must confess,

For, no young man has lifelong friends.