Two Wise Men
Each week they meet,
Putting on each other's moccasins,
Swapping problems and lies.
Answers to affairs of state trusted to the wind.
Examining man's shortcomings each time
in a new light.
The sun's rays finding their shoulders even on a dull day,
Reducing the size of any chips found.
Sharpening their wits, not their swords.
Each parting refreshed from the well of friendship,
Taking away food for thought and new perspectives to savour.
Taste buds still holding the flavour of a morsel well shared.
Each an inch taller for the rest of the day.
Minds well-fortified and free of mist,
For the rest of the week.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2017
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