Old Friend

Old friend
I find myself with you again
I return as though to finish sentences
I started then forgot to complete

Old friend
It’s time to walk those boards again
To argue our polemics here once more
To debate, declare, compete

Old friend
You knew me like the veins you wear
Along your arms and hands so old, threadbare
And hope I know you too

Old friend
I know you more than you may care
But I will promise here and everywhere
I’ll forget it all for you

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Old Friend

  1. Nice work. I like the way it ends

  2. This is a great poem Helen, the recognition of friendship and what it signifies. Loved it.

  3. Beautiful dear Sis xxxx

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