When you've known somebody for over forty years, they should be considered an old friend, because it is difficult to carry the torch of friendship that long, but there are other consideration as you will discover in this poem...
Beware of an old friend,
An old friend knows all your secrets,
Knows who's really behind the mask,
Knows your secret identity,
Knows where you've buried all the bodies,
Knows the roads you've traveled,
Knows the places you got lost,
knows your super powers,
Knows all the moments you were weak.
Knows you can never win Liar's Poker.
Old Friend do you remember
When we were young
And still had the roar of a lion
Our passion could move mountains,
And our time burned in our hearts,
And we were crowned kings
In search of a kingdom to rule,
Settling for "that's the way it goes"
In place of a "happily ever after."
But then the spin of the earth
Got beyond our control
And passion became "that's how it was."
Regret is bled out in the setting of the sun,
A bursting red blaze to remind us,
Our best efforts and good intentions
Didn't always hit the mark,
Still satisfied to celebrate the attempt
And Missed opportunities fall like rain,
But the rain yields better things to come,
The harvest yielded a true treasure
The most important treasures we hold
Are the memories we share.
And a cold wind reminds
There will be one hell of
a final chapter yet to come.