Sunday, April 01, 2012

Old friends...

Old friend
remember how we met?
I was going nowhere
and you were going somewhere
but we both smiled to greet
our worn out boots

And we started to talk,
old friend,
about the places we had seen
the people we had met
which roads led to which?
when to turn right
and when to turn left

Old friend
there was so much to talk,
we went for tea and a smoke
shared our anecdotes
and compared our travelogues
but between our tired eyes
old friend,
we both knew
we were just drifters

And we settled on serendipity
rather than destiny
to explain why we should hold hands
and drift together
on this course
old friend

Old friend,
when I was with you,
I was with myself...

Old friend