#schoolfriends
Two lads, I'd say, of thirteen, just passed;
One in barefoot with a backpack;
One in shorts, shoes and black socks,
Pulled up over bloated calves.
One athletic, lean and gearing;
One more leaning towards academia.
Both waiting to enter high school.
They met in JK.
They slept on their towels, in their tents,
At each other's house on weekends.
They served together, lived as one;
Their mothers loved them as sons.
That's how close they'd become.
Their worlds will change,
Once this season's done.
One will be the talk of his circle,
The other, the talk of his;
But there's a Venn where the rings entwined
Before they turned thirteen.
Their hybrid youth,
Their cloned friendship,
Memories already determined.
Around fires and bells,
Or a covered porch on a rain - washed day;
They'll dig up some old moments
Of the other when they were young.
Buried treasures for days of leisure,
Apart, yet part of their sum.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
A lunch meet planned
A month in advance
The Reservations done
Late to the venue by a few minutes
The stares and glares by all
Yet I grin ear to ear
Giving a high five to one and all
Yes
Your
childhood school friends
Make a better part of your growing up years
Meeting friends is always a big perk
Good food and music adds to the revelry
Times spent together having fun
Reminiscing old memories, making new ones
To miss any such meet
well I am certainly not the one
In fact always look forward to return
To More get togethers and all the fun
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC