Old Friends

Great delights are found in books,

or on the silver screen;

in plains and forests, chuckling brooks;

in nature’s brown and green.

Each such joy is better still,

if shared with trusted friends

going up that aging hill

to where our journey ends.

Always hold your old friends near

and don’t let friendship end.

Friends of old are truly dear.

We can’t make new old friends.

Copyright ©2020, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.