How is it acquaintances
Choose to be friends?
Born in the same year,
but at opposite ends.
How do separate lives
form poetic book- ends?

I bore you with history,
You gallantly try
To grasp why the past
Fascinates this old guy
There are, certainly,
more prolific pens.
I view the great world
Through a limited lens.

We’ve dealt with our losses
We’ve buried dear dead.
We’re maudlin at times
When dusk signals days end
That's when we tend to dwell
on those dear to our heart.
We’re on the same wavelength
Just an ocean apart