POETRY - PHILOSOPHICAL


Old Friends

In the greying Autumn years, it s refreshing to occasionally re-acquaint with old friends,
Comrades from afar, so close, so long ago, but still I feel the warmth,
Of experiences and laughter shared, bound or ever in our memories.
Momentary twin souls, pausing in their respective journeys,
Where friendships blossom, at these crossroads of symbiotic experience.
Our re-establishing of contact, a litmus test & yardstick of change,
In ourselves & our comrades, recognition of manifested remembered traits
Of distinct & unique character, in our old & trusted friends of yesteryear.
Occasionally emerging, to rekindle warm bonds & fraternal feelings,
Revealing eternal things, that have not indeed metamorphosed, with the trends
And fashions, that ride the market winds, controlling so much of modern life.