Old Friends
Old age a blessing counted on,
Old friends a blessing, too,
New trials throughout a life you don,
Old friends they see you through.
A myriad folks may come and go,
Old friends, oh, they are few,
Each chink or flaw about you know,
And, what may make you blue.
A million miles may separate,
Old friends, though out of view,
One word, one smile will dissipate,
And, you begin anew.
So, drop a line, or text or phone,
Old friends, as if on cue,
Would drop the world for you alone,
To say, “Hello”, to you.
One mystery in life resolved,
Old friends solve every clue,
Through thick and thin they’ve been involved,
Old friends are always true!
Peter Lowell Paulson
September 25, 2020
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