Days
When you cannot find a friend
half is= make do as one but  it is
Not the same nor am I.  It is not
That you have tested the  tensile
Strength and now know the breaking
Point but that once our hearts danced
In the sun and  considered it not.
I remember the day I asked my father
How it was he had so many friends?  
Said it was not so that in life one has
Only a few.





Much  water has passed under the
Bridge since that day.
Unsaid was  that I like him would
Know and honor times long gone
I  gave more to the few I knew then
Than the many who came after. Still
Under the bridge the waters flows.  A
Reminder that there is an equality to
Now and then but also a difference too  
Not soon  to be forgotten but live on.
These are the days of our youth when
We had few friends and knew no better


For Ray





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