In the nearly 200 countries in this world spread out across the 7 seas
how lucky are we to discover friends with whom to share our histories.
Two old friends decided to get together…they hadn’t sees each other in years
Will he remember me? one wondered…Will he recognize me? the other feared.
They’d both grown a little older…but doubts…they immediately overcame
because their eyes had that same sparkle…their smiles were the same.
They sat down and reminisced about the last time their paths crossed
Immediately forgetting all the time between them they had lost.
They talked about their childhoods, their children, their ailments…and more
remembering and laughing at good times they shared before….
And when they were finished…they walked away contented…each one giving thanks
for this time they had together…to fill in all the blanks…
To get caught up on each other’s lives…to renew their laughter…their friendship…
and then
parting with the knowledge…their paths shall cross again.
And glad to know in nearly 200 countries….across the 7 seas
they were lucky enough to find someone with whom to share their memories.
I watched two old men…old friends I think by the smiles on their faces
Greet each other with open arms…two smiles…two embraces.
I was close enough to hear some of the things they had to say
as they quickly remembered parts of their lives that have long since slipped away.
“Do you remember the time?”…one man would say, “back in 1975…”
Then the other man would sit up straight as if his memory came alive…
“How about the time?”.…one said, as another story was brought up
The other man would think…then smile…once his memory caught up.
I only paused to listen for a moment…I didn’t want to appear rude
This was private…personal…between the two of them…I didn’t want to intrude.
But for that moment I marveled at how those memories made them smile
and I wondered if memories weren’t like old friends we haven’t seen in quite a while.
Old friends make it easy to bring out memories in our hearts we have encased…
Perhaps that’s why old friends and old memories are similarly embraced .
As I left them there sharing memories…on that park bench over there
I thought how memories, like love, are more beautiful when they’re shared.
If I’m ever asked to define happiness…I know what my answer will be.
Two old friends sitting together on a park bench
sharing memories…