As we travel life’s courses friends float into view,
Sometimes many, sometimes few.
No major requirement between us two,
Just like me, and I’ll like you.
Kids aren’t real picky about their friends,
They’re innocent and open, with no tied ends.
This seems acceptable at least for a short season,
Until they get “burned,” without any reason.
Fellowship is good for ones soul,
And as we age it turns into gold.
Time has a way of seasoning us,
To grow in peace with much less fuss.
Seems like just yesterday, we grew up together,
Time drifted by, just like a feather.
The seasoning we’ve gained now etched in our faces,
Then came “good bye,” we were off to the races.
So, life goes on…and on…and on,
So, life goes on.
I took a look at my children today;
My! I’ve come a long, long way.
The things I thought that I was, I’m not,
The things I thought that I wanted, I’ve got.
Share in this observation of friendship with me,
The value is priceless, so let’s make a key.
The key must lock our friendship in place,
So that our love for each other won’t get lost in the race.