Farewell, Enduring Old Friend
Time is near.
Old friend, enduring friend, here we are hearing the end,
Feeling the final call, and both awaiting our silent fall.
War, peace, love, and strife threaded into our lives
Strength in weave, now at dusk we must leave.
Just feel my hand all callused and rough
As a young buck, I thought myself to be tough.
Silent you were, my only true friend. You stood,
Stronger, bolder, and wiser as any could.
Lights now dim.
Now the light dims on us, that light of life so seen.
Letting us look inside a moment to an unknown dawn.
And our pasts, well, those memories are dust and gone.
Still, we stand, at least for a moment, a flickering flame.
You were everything to me.
I loved you these years and forgot your caring name.
You were safe haven for my grandkids, seeking and mild.
And my "Lizzie" and me, our magic, silent parlor so free.
A kiss of dare. She did blush and declare.
But you simply smiled and bowed to sleep your spirit so rare.
If you are there.
Now it's our turn to walk the ledge of angels' flight
Of heartbeat fair, and honeysuckle air.
If mine eyes awake in "His" land so clean and fair,
My longing will be finished, if only, dear friend, you are there.
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