To Old Friends

May 11, 2014

Let us drink to old friends
Who time never ages, though hair has whitened
And the girth grown large
From the many swigs of the flask taken

Let us drink to the nights spent
When we were callow and unclear,
And sat in halls, discussing with passion,
Not working, for who the future feared

Let me drink to these friends
For though they are now so far away
Mist and weak memory, despite,
They keep my age and solitude at bay

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