When old friends get older,
They have many new things to share,
New aches and pains, research on brains,
And maybe an annoying loss of hair,
Softened bones , diminished hormones,
And closed off erogenous zones,
Precocious grandkids, eBay bids,
And a list of things that just aren’t fair.
But what they share beyond compare
Are experiences no one else knows.
Sitting in a car late at night
Constructing personal philosophy.
To find a way to fix the world
And girls to love simultaneously
Songs that would forever be
The soundtrack of our lives
And the birth of a love of poetry
That channeled aesthetic destiny.
Troubled times, reflecting a far off war.
Changing times and changing values
Parents chagrined, resisting change,
Showing us to the door.
Finding finally the loves of our lives
Going our separate ways.
Careers and homes and perfect wives
Still, those will always be the days,
The days of creating friendship
That will live until we die.