Old Friends

old friends

old stories

we bartered ancient tales

religion abounded in those days

myths and legend

tonight I wonder as to the blood

sing songs from a score

I wonder if they've been sung before

I know the snow, I know the rain

history books perched on my head again

old friends

a curious choir

schoolyard games

and midnight's mire

Jacob walked and Jesus died

the times I lied

the times I cried

there's a time for everything

sun and moon revolve again

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

it is so cathartic to remember old stories and old friends and how they affected your life at that time... you do show us that religion was a big part of your life then...but things change as we get older and it's always sweet to remember those good old says and the tales they tell....nice write John
Warmly, B

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful work. This has a Simon and Garfunkle feel to it. High praise.

[Dave Brown]

Reminiscing, something which becomes more commonplace as we age
but as you say, no matter what has taken place, this old globe keeps on spinning

[John the Baptist]

A meditation on the past here, and it sounds as though the memories are not all pleasant ones, though no specifics are listed. In the end, though, there seems to be a resolution to it, with a slight nod to Solomon. There is indeed a time for everything, but nothing stays the same.

[Poetic Beauty]

There is a season for everything and sometimes getting together with old friends telling tales is what the soul needs