We keep old books upon our shelves revisiting our favorite story lines

We love to watch old movies…and drink a fine old bottle of wine…


Our old jeans are our favorite…we fit in them with ease….

and we cherish our old friendships with their host of memories.


When we see old friends approaching…our heart seems to ascend…

for how wonderful to be embraced by the arms our old friends.


We sit and laugh and reminisce….of other times…of other days

and before we know it we’re young again…time has all but slipped away.


We spend the evening remembering…retelling stories we already know…

The evening, like life, flies by quickly…where does…where did…time go?


And when it’s time to say goodbye…we’re sad this moment ends

as once again we are embraced by the arms of our old friends…


And that embrace will have to last…until such time as when….


we all come back together…and old friends embrace again.

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It is light that symbolizes their friendship…during the day…throughout the night

In silent moments when they think about their intimacy…its begin and ends with light.


Their friendship grew upon sunlit waters…sharing happiness along the bay.

Now they share each other’s sunlight…helping light each other’s way.


Their friendship blossomed under the moon…sharing joy and soothing scars 

talking until the morning light…wishing on the stars.


And still today when there is sorrow…like the moon…they share their light…

for when does the moon shine brightest if not in the darkest night?


Ask them what makes for friendship…their faces will smile…shining bright…


They will think of their years together…then they’ll whisper…”It is light.”

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We grew up together, he and I…and recently he appeared within my thoughts

for I kept growing have had a full life…but he…well, he did not.


He died when we were young…to young…certainly too young to die…

He died before he got the chance to live…before I had the chance to say goodbye.


Before he had the chance to experience all the wonders that were due him

Before I had the chance to thank him…in the short time that I knew him.


To thank him for his friendship, before his world went numb

For helping me be the person I was back then…and the person I have become.


Everyone who crosses our paths impacts us is like a shining star

glowing, if even for short while, and influencing who we are.


I remember once we were playing with matches when our plans when a little haywire

and the open field across the street from his house…

well…we set the whole thing of fire.


No one was hurt, nothing damaged…but we both caught a lot of grief…

You see his father wasn’t just his father…he was our city’s fire chief.


Perhaps there are better examples…that if I searched my memories I could find 

but for whatever reason this is the first memory that popped into my mind.


It reminds me of a time we were young and innocent …before the time he died…

When making mistakes was easier…with a friend right by your side.


Perhaps that’s why I remembered this moment 

because, before his life would end,

he taught me a most important lesson…

how to be a friend.


Perhaps that’s what memories do…

they allow us to remember the who, the how…the why

so even when a friends is gone…


we don’t have to say goodbye.

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We went to the beach to visit old friends…

up the Florida coat we were led.

We walked along shores that never end…

“It’s so beautiful here”, we said.


The sand, the sun, the breeze, the sea

all with the ability to entice…

caused Deborah to lean over and whisper to me…

“Could this be paradise?”


We watched their Vizslas run to and fro

jumping in and out of the sea

We sat together remembering a time not so long ago

when we ran as innocent and free.


We sat around the campfire

as daylight faded to black

with friends we both admire…

telling stores…looking back.


While watching colors light the sky

As the sun set in the west

we couldn’t help wondering how…and why

we could be so blessed.


Blessed with good friends sitting right over there,

blessed with days and nights of beautiful weather,

blessed with the ability not only to enjoy…but share

moments like these together.


Blessed to know when old friends reunite

it does not matter where…

love will permeate the night

and laughter fills the air


Sitting in the sand as the full moon rose

I realized the answer to Deborah’s query. 

Well, as I watched how on the water the moonlight glows

I formulated a theory


It’s not long walks along a shore that never ends

or the sun and sea that entice…

when you’re lucky enough to visit old friends


wherever you are….is paradise.

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Have you ever wondered when friendship forms? 

When is that one moment in time…random people come together…

and their worlds begin to rhyme?


Have you ever wondered if their are people walking…who have yet to comprehend…

there are other people…also walking…who were destined to be their friends?


People who walk separately into a room…and from the moment they arrive

feel in their hearts…and souls…they’ve known each other all their lives.


Do they sense it in their greeting?

Can they feel their friendship rise?

Is it somewhere in their smile?

Can they see friendship in their eyes?


They begin to share their stories…share their laughter…share their woes…

Is it in between their laughter…Is that where friendship grows?


Or am I giving it too much thought?

Is it impossible to know what feelings initially bind them…

Perhaps when it comes to friendships…

We should feel lucky when we find them.


Lucky knowing we have some friends …we’ve had since we were young

Friends who we grew up with…with whom we’ve laughed and loved and sung.


Lucky knowing we can make new friends…who, when added to the old,

make our life eve more magnificent…make it a wonder to behold…


Perhaps that is the beauty of friendship…what makes it so astonishing…and sweet..

Knowing we have old friends…and new friends…

and friends we’ve yet to meet.



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I have this wonderful bouquet of friends…all as different as night and day…

Some of my friends pray to their God…while others…to a different God they pray.


Some of my friends don’ t believe in God at all…Can you imagine that!

Some of my friends are old, some young…some thin, some bald, some fat.


Some of my friends come from other countries…speak different languages…wear different dress.

Some of my friends make more money than me…and some, I imagine, make less.


Some of my friends love other friends who happen to be the same sex.

Some of my friends eat meat…and some of my friends still write checks!


Some of my friends are different colors…read different books…watch different movies and TV…

Some of my friends love to soar across the sky…some love to sail the sea…


And I have to admit…I love every one of my friends…

I love each one like a sister or a brother…

I only hope, for the sake of world…

my friends can learn to love one other.



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Have you ever wondered about the friends you have now?

And all the friendships from your past?

What binds two friends together?

What makes a friendship last?


When you stop to think about it…

it’s not as complicated as it seems.

A friend will listen to your hopes and wishes

and share in all your dreams.


A friend will help to multiply your joy

while dividing up your sorrow

and when you need a helping hand

a friend knows…

there’s no tomorrow.


A friend understands no one is perfect

without ever being taught.

A friend loves what there is to love about you

and accepts what there is not.


I guess love is the key to friendship…

It’s what to a friendship all friends bring…

I guess…when you stop to think about it…


it’s the key to everything.

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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…as often is life’s way…

causing friends to bid adieu…to 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 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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My Friend's Laughter

Do you have that one friend that no matter how miserable or depressed you are he or she


always makes you feel better? That’s Sofia for me. Whenever I feel hopeless and gloomy and


like everything is tumbling down, I can always count on her. She claims that her laughter is the


greatest gift of all because she could simply share it with anyone, regardless of language


barriers. Her laughter has always brought me joy in my darkest hours, like that time I failed the


physics course in high school, or when my grandma died and I was unable to get over it, or


even that time Paula – my ex-girlfriend – moved from my small hometown to another city, where


she did not hesitate one second to find another guy in her life. Through these harsh moments in


my life, the only companion I could rely on was Sofia with her big smile and her lively laughter,


which is often loud, wild, and uncontrollable, but always genuine, honest, and contagious. The


best thing about it is that it can cheer an entire room and bring light to anyone’s face; it doesn’t


matter if you know her or not, a smile from her is something you can always count on. The worst


thing about it is that it will haunt you forever, you will be able to hear it everywhere you go with


great intensity, and you will not be capable of getting rid of it. But I must be honest about


something, I know that behind that cheerful face and unrestrained personality there is


something that bothers her; something that I have not yet been able to unravel. Her life has not


been the easiest one, but she has tried her hardest to live it to the fullest and let behind


everything that has damaged her. I believe this has made her stronger and that is why she has


decided not to spend a day without using her gift of cheering the people around her. At the end


of the day, had I heard her laugh, no matter how exhausted I felt, it automatically made me feel


better. And now that she is no longer by my side, I get to look back at our time together and


cherish her friendship and the great value she taught me: not living one day without having


smiled and being thankful of being alive and well. Her laughter resides in my memory forever.

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