I saw some old friends
Shared old jokes, old memories
All to make new ones

Dear friends many of you have moved
from surroundings I knew and loved with you
but my memories of us have not defused
like clouds hanging dark but always new.

In old age it is the memories that flow
and make you present with hearts beating wildly
times we drank beer decrying the status quo
and when we celebrated little things like being Friday.

We celebrated a lot when life was so full
alive with discoveries, conflicts, and diversity
when our desires and thoughts pushed and pulled
and we felt pain and hope in multiplicity.

But now so many of you are gone
to places unknown: some to you and some to me
and together we won’t know joys of new dawns
we will deal with things like that **** aching knee.

For some of you your children are grown
for me poetry, love, and God enliven and wake me up
but nobody can take from me the bonds I have known
bonds cast with you in sharing, caring, and lifting life’s cup.

In long moments in a waiting room
trying to ignore the next challenge of my body
I’ll be grateful. I’ll not dwell in spaces of doom
I’ll remember those times of being good or naughty.

I’ll visit the rooms and the halls
where we gathered to learn and teach
in those precious moments of my recall
I’ll gather you together for the universes we’ve yet to reach.

Written 6-30-18

She used to feel pretty she used to feel the luck but just like with everything else Time DOESN'T GIVE A ****..
the prom queen,the popular one,
the type a girl who wouldnt give a time of day unless you  matched her cool
but now all she wants is someone to pick up her kids from school
Maybe a night out
but we all know she's the type you just use now.
vulnerable more than ever the looks fade and so does the crowd.
Throwing up the batsign hoping someone will call
sorry to disappoint but this Cinderella isn't going to the ball.
Wipe the tears honey and just enjoy that you had a moment on top
thought it was big enough to run a muck
And never thought about the fall.

Time apart
Makes time together
Even better.

But if i never see ya,
Even better.

tumbling into a room of other 8-year-olds
shocked words leave her lips in a way so bold
talking about the lies we have gotten to hear, only a few weeks ago
'when we were still kids', not knowing that since then we did not at all grow
she told me everything she hates about people we don't understand yet
i believed her and said; don't worry you won't grow up like that

now it has been another 8 years and i'm pretty sure she has forgotten about me
but  she did become exactly the person she did not want to be