It is said time moves ever onward…at a slow and steady climb…

but there is a wrinkle in that theory…a peculiarity in time.


The time that’s measured by our clocks marches forward…absolutely 

The time that ages our once young bodies advances resolutely.


But there is a category, a kind of time that plays by different rules

defying all the lessons we once were taught in school.


It’s when old friends get together…for no matter how much time’s amassed

suddenly they are young again...as if time has never passed.


This is the wrinkle in the time continuum, a wrinkle all friends know

allowing them to pick up from where they left off years ago.


And for the time they’re back together…they feel a certain thrill

standing in a moment…where time is standing still…


If you want to see this wrinkle in time…it’s simple…

watch as old friends come together…then…

keep watching for the moment when they are young again.

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It is a universal truth that time moves onward…hour by hour…day by day 

flowing in but one direction…stopping for no one along the way.


The time that’s measured by our clocks marches forward…absolutely

The time that ages our bodies…advances resolutely.


But there is a countenance of time that plays by a different set if rules

defying the lessons, the information, the things we were taught in school.


It’s when old friends get together…for no matter how much time’s amassed

in that moment they are young again…as if no time has passed. 


There is a wrinkle in the time continuum…a wrinkle all friends know

allowing them to immediately pick up from where they left off years ago. 


It matters not how much they’ve aged…if they are old and grey…

for the moment they get together…the years between them fall away.


And though it goes against the laws of nature…and occurs without reason or rhyme…

they begin to feel younger…as they travel back in time.


They feel blessed time has has allowed

to relive old joys and smiles

Blessed as time journeys ever onward


she has paused for them a while.

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As you grow a little older…oh the wonders you behold…

You find you can enjoy the new things…but you’re still drawn back to the old.


Your old jeans are most comfortable…you’ve worn them for so long.

You find enjoyment in an old book…you love to sing old songs.


As you grow a little older…the more your life extends

you find comfort and contentment…in the bosom of old friends.


Old friends bring with them old memories…old memories that interplay

Old memories that, when reawakened…still take your breath away.


You relive the joys you shared together…You relive the sorrows and the fears.

You share some of that old laughter…and replicate old tears…


As you grow a little older…you begin to comprehend

one way to feel young again…is spending time amidst old friends.


Yes, as you grow a little older…you find you wake up gratified…


knowing even when you’re not together…old friends are by your side.

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The seeds of friendship are fragile…

They can be sown wherever we go

but they need to be cared for tenderly

if friendship is ever to grow…


I recently reconnected with friends I hadn’t seen since high school.

A wonderful group of women…lovely women, mothers and wives…

Who have known each other and remained good friends

for their entire lives….


As I watched these 6 old friends…

whose affections flow so effortlessly

I couldn’t help thinking how their seeds of friendship

have blossomed beautifully.


How, since their seeds were scattered,

through all their good fortunes and tragedies.

through all their joys and sorrows…

they've been cared for tenderly…


And how those seeds have blossomed

making their smiles a little wider…

their laughs  a little louder

and their world a little brighter.


And I thought how lucky these women are…

and how lucky I am to know

6 women who sit in the shade of a friendship


they planted long ago.

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We keep old books upon our shelves revisiting our favorite story lines

We love to watch old movies…and drink a fine old bottle of wine…


Our old jeans are our favorite…we fit in them with ease….

and we cherish our old friendships with their host of memories.


When we see old friends approaching…our heart seems to ascend…

for how wonderful to be embraced by the arms our old friends.


We sit and laugh and reminisce….of other times…of other days

and before we know it we’re young again…time has all but slipped away.


We spend the evening remembering…retelling stories we already know…

The evening, like life, flies by quickly…where does…where did…time go?


And when it’s time to say goodbye…we’re sad this moment ends

as once again we are embraced by the arms of our old friends…


And that embrace will have to last…until such time as when….


we all come back together…and old friends embrace again.

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We went to the beach to visit old friends…

up the Florida coat we were led.

We walked along shores that never end…

“It’s so beautiful here”, we said.


The sand, the sun, the breeze, the sea

all with the ability to entice…

caused Deborah to lean over and whisper to me…

“Could this be paradise?”


We watched their Vizslas run to and fro

jumping in and out of the sea

We sat together remembering a time not so long ago

when we ran as innocent and free.


We sat around the campfire

as daylight faded to black

with friends we both admire…

telling stores…looking back.


While watching colors light the sky

As the sun set in the west

we couldn’t help wondering how…and why

we could be so blessed.


Blessed with good friends sitting right over there,

blessed with days and nights of beautiful weather,

blessed with the ability not only to enjoy…but share

moments like these together.


Blessed to know when old friends reunite

it does not matter where…

love will permeate the night

and laughter fills the air


Sitting in the sand as the full moon rose

I realized the answer to Deborah’s query. 

Well, as I watched how on the water the moonlight glows

I formulated a theory


It’s not long walks along a shore that never ends

or the sun and sea that entice…

when you’re lucky enough to visit old friends


wherever you are….is paradise.

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They meet as strangers…unfamiliar…apprehensive…

their first meeting…tentative but sweet.

Which, when you stop to think about it, is how most people meet.


From this uncertain beginning…their relationship extends

They find they have a lot in common…and strangers become friends.


Their friendship is strengthened by laughter, by sharing hopes and dreams,

by holding on to one another as they ride through life’s extremes.


But life is unpredictable…as often is life’s way…

causing friends to bid adieu…to go their separate ways.


They part amid some sadness, yet happy at what they’ve achieved…

for they have given the gift of friendship, and friendship have received.


Years slip by until they meet again…this meeting; tenderhearted

It’s as if there was no loss of time…as if they never parted.


They are experiencing one of life’s wonders…shared only among friends…

That friendship has no time limit…that it’s memory never ends.


Yes, old friends understand the secret…new friends will one day learn


That friendship never says goodbye…but waits patiently for its return.

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