My Old Friend

        

My Old Friend

 

How long old friend shall I be with you?

It's been a fast and merry ride.

At times a bit too exciting

When we've had no place to hide.

 

While others, we've languished along the way

All peaceful and serene.

And oh the mountains we've climbed upon

And the valleys deep we've seen.

 

But now that the time is drawing nigh

When it's ruled we must depart.

Now I wonder how it would have been

Had we had a different start.

 

But then what more than what we've had

What more could we have done?

To bring us yet more closer still

To make us more as one.

 

As I gaze upon your aged face

A face I hold so dear

I give you one last parting glance

And slowly shuffle from the mirror.

Reviews

[Lizanne]

Brilliant! A self portrait in words. You are a true poet at heart. The rythme and flow are great. Hold onto that poets pen. You seem to have a new career ahead.