Wednesday, August 8, 2012


Neighborhood pals from childhood,
We shared pets, bicycles and skates…
Discussing our dreams in a backyard tent,
Confirmed us as best playmates.

Your Vietnam War and my years in school,
Provided a divisive wedge…
Separating our paths forever,
I floundered, you lived on the edge.

I read in the paper you married,
Had children, tried settling down…
I changed careers repeatedly
Moving often, from town to town.

The present time finds us survivors;
We've a plethora of stories to tell…
Both alone now in two separate places,
Different paths followed, yet both parallel. 

It's a shame past youth's not a magnet,
Magically drawing old friends near…
Sharing a tent behind “The Home”,
Discussing things old men fear.

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