Not alike are we,

Except that we both ride,

We speak to each other in dreams,

And when we hang together while fishing in streams…

He is a very smart guy,

Not me, though I can’t suppose why,

Just to know some of his knowledge,

From deep within I’d have to up it dredge…

We speak of the lots of things,

From hot dogs to riding a carousel,

From swimming in the sea to on horseback catching a ring,

From the origin of God, to the demise of man,

From life without hope to making a swing with rope,

From being alive to being dead,

All in the guise of philosophical thought,

I call him Al & he calls me Ed…J