The Secret of Old Friends
We had dinner with two dear old friends at a restaurant yesterday…
Old friends reminded me of this old poem I bring back to life today:
They meet as strangers…unfamiliar…apprehensive…
their first meeting…tentative but sweet.
Which, when you stop to think about it, is how most people meet.
From this uncertain beginning…their relationship extends
They find they have a lot in common…and strangers become friends.
Their friendship is strengthened by laughter, by sharing hopes and dreams,
by holding on to one another as they ride through life’s extremes.
But life is unpredictable…this path that destiny lays…
and sometimes friends must bid adieu…and go their separate ways.
They part amid some sadness, yet happy at what they’ve achieved…
for they have given the gift of friendship, and the gift of friendship have received.
Years slip by until they meet again…this meeting; tenderhearted
It’s as if there was no loss of time…as if they never parted.
They are experiencing one of life’s wonders…shared only among friends…
That friendship has no time limit…that it’s memory never ends.
Yes, old friends understand the secret…
new friends will one day learn
That friendship never says goodbye…
but waits patiently for its return.
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