Upon a spinning top we sit
caught up in our limitations
making sure our needs are met.
The days and years go rolling past
with little thought of time and tide;
always thinking there will be
another chance to say “hello”
to gather the periphery
and spend some time with those we know.
And so it is, and so it goes
till one’s called to another realm.
I see the old friend that I knew
in the light of who you were
youthful, teasing, schoolmate, chum
family man, who you became
excerpts shared upon the pages
interwoven through our lives.
I always waited for the joke
running through the words we shared
more oft than not a bit of snark—
somewhere in our conversation
a smile, the tease in your remark!
And so it was with you and me
and that’s how I’ll remember you
etched upon the times we shared
as we await new rendezvous
in the place where old friends meet,
in the place where laughter reigns
and all who were a part of us
still exist and still remain,
I believe we'll meet again
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