LONG LOST FRIEND

[Cropduster]

LONG LOST FRIEND

The mind is playing tricks, this cannot be, I do contend
If my eyes do not deceive me, could it be my long lost friend
Never have our two paths crossed in maybe twenty years or more
Come in, my friend. Pray tell me, what now brings you to my door.

My friend, I do beseech you, tell me all that you have seen
Ever since we parted ways, and all the years between
Regale me with your stories, share my wine and break my bread
Lay before me memories you have stored within your head

Did you take a goodly wife, and many children did she bare
Be they son or be they daughter, do they have your flaxen hair
Did you go and seek your fortune, have you riches, pots of gold
Have you status, have you power, accumulated wealth untold

Oh, I see it is a hand out, it is alms that you now seek
It is clear that you are waning, I can see you are quite weak
I would not seek to embarrass one so clearly proud as you
There's the door, my dear old friend, let me bid you fond adieu

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper February 2015

[Neville Briggs]

Are you sure that is the way to do it ??

[Heather]

A friend in need.......

[Cropduster]

An attempt at a (slightly) humorous poem, not a creed for life

[Ian A]

'Day Allan,
Years ago I bumped into a chap, we were apprentices on Remington typewriters together. "Geez Ian, I wouldn't have known you from a bar of soap!" He said, again, and again, and again. I was beginning to regret that I stopped to speak.
Happy Days
Ian.