The Lesser Poet: Poetry, Prose and Art
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
  To an old friend
I am an old friend,
from a long past,
come to call you out,
to give thanks
for all that was
and everything without.
Should we ever meet again,
as men, aged and experienced,
I would sit with you old,
and converse on our lives spent.
'Till then old friend,
not forgotten, always in praise,
until that fated day.
 
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