OLD FRIEND

There was a time when ideas were new,
We were young and thought them through.
Responsibilities were unreal, society abstract.
The love between us was an unspoken pact.

We were bound to live and had to grow.
What it all amounted to, we didn’t know.
We stumbled on forward, hopeful that we,
Somehow could be different, and be free.

Some of us married, some took ships to sea.
We all found out how hard it could be,
To choose a way at a fork in the road,
When either way is a hard, heavy load.

Now you are in a prison, a hell of a place,
In a country, in a world, someplace in space.
Inside some organism, in an infinite maze,
Trying to see beyond the moments and days.

Will come a time when we, some day
Will be together and will wither away,
Remembering old times in the dark,
Striking upon that long lost spark.

Mouthing regrets and hopes we share,
Silently admitting how much we care
About the good times we once knew,
Despite the bad times, we still grew.

Talking, we will be walking along,
Joining to harmonize in a silent song.
Until then I bid you well, my friend
And hope to see you before the end.