FRIENDS


During a man's brief sojourn in life
Many things from his toil and strife
He is oft pleased to build or create
From what mere chance may initiate.

Not anything contrived but free,
Yet something truly meant to be,
Is spun on the spindle of eternal design
As separate lives touch and intertwine.

For him now becomes a renewing source
This ever changing, free intercourse
Of feelings, hopes and aspirations,
This sharing of joys and aggravations.

Life's events with their eternal ends
May separate two long honored friends.
But both without question would defend
The right to ever remember their friend.


I wrote this poems shortly before I turned forty when I was in graduate school. I had just recently lost my mentor.

Yesterday when I had a small crisis which resulted in a flooded backyard and water running into our neigbors yard, other neighbors came to the rescue and helped us solve the immediate problem. They also gave us some good advise on how to remedy the overall problem.

I decided to share this poem with you folks on honor of our helpful neighbors.

Almidvale