Old Friends, a poem written by Ian Fletcher at Spillwords.com
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Old Friends

Old Friends

written by: Ian Fletcher


Companions in our youth
how competitive we were
what things we would do
what possibilities lay ahead!

We would judge our lives
by what we had achieved
pitted against each other
as if in some great game.

And so we meet again
a few decades thereafter
having drifted apart
in separate destinies.

Well, he’s done this
and I’ve done that
yet it matters not
for advancing age
has leveled us so.

Finally we realize
we’re on the same page
in the last chapter
of life’s long book
our thoughts focused
on that fate which none
are able to negotiate.

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