It was nice
Spending time with you
Old friend
We drove and we talked
Of old passions, libraries, books and poetry
And plans
Of life in those days
Though not too distant
Yet so far away
Of Chris de Burgh and his "Eastern Wind"
And "Somethings never change"
Astronomy, Stars and Signs
Deedat and Mr Chips
They were all there
Brookfield in all its magnificence and glory
Now married life has come to pass
Changed directions
Yet dear friend
I want to thank you
For those two hours of
Pure nostalgia
Of life in the past
Something's will never change
Such a lovely poem. Proof that true friendship is indeed the golden rod that strengthens the soul. I have to laugh at Naveed's critique. He is much behooved you did not name him in this poem as the friend lol. I'm enjoying reading your work. Thank you for sharing. most sincerely Melissa Lundeen.
The poem is beautiful.
It reminds me of S.T. Coleridge's verses on Youth and Age -- a poem read by us and explained by our teacher Mr Iqbal Jaffery.
Dew drops are lovely, love is flower like,
And friendship is a sheltering tree --
Where no hope is --
Life is but thought,
That only serves to make us grieve --
When we are old...
Couldn't you have named who the friend was?
Muhammad
I shall find and read "Youth and Age" - Just Bein' Lady A