Old Friends: A Long Lost Poem, Renamed

When I was in high school, I wrote a lot of poetry! I enjoyed it very much! In fact, when I was in school I did a lot of artistic stuff that I was good at and I enjoyed! I drew a lot, with graphite or charcoal or oil pastels. I sewed, I knit, I crocheted. I baked. I sang. I played the flute and the clarinet. It feels good that my life is shifting to a new place where I can again explore those talents and interests. My creative outlets provide the momentum to keep me focused on Living Well.

During yesterday's home organization project I found a poem that I had written as a gift for my paternal grandpa. I think I was a sophomore when I wrote this one. I offer it here for your reading pleasure.

I titled it Soldiers back then ... however, now I'm not sure that is the correct title, perhaps "Old Friends" is better ... Yes, Old Friends is a better title, so I hereby rename my little poem.

Keeping our hearts and minds fresh to creativity helps keep up interesting and vibrant and ...

Living Well,
Love,
Suzi~Q

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Old Friends

I saw them walking

Together

the two of them

Plaid shirts flap in the breaze

Worn green work pants

sag from behind

Gay strains of laughter

float towards the sky

and a gentle wind blows

the wisps of

soft silver hair

When the sun lands there

it glitters

Together

they remember the past

they chatter

about the excitement

of the first "talkie"

and the war

Nobody forgets that

Especially since it brought them

together

They part at the cross roads

shaking hands and

as they stand there

Together

They wonder:

How many more

walks will they take

Together?