Allan Summers a friend from childhood,
I remember where he lived,
And that we were friends,
After he left my life, his name my imaginary pal,
Hope he does do well, living happily with a gal…
Peter Lovitt was a close friend,
Or so we think when young,
Saw him last when I was but sixteen,
My boat we used to ride in & fish we did clean…
Ricky Townsend is now some kind of engineer,
Working in Thailand or some distant land,
First friend I can recall in Sea Isle city,
As time does pass, lost to changes, seems really shitty…
Even in this computer age,
Hard to find these friends without some knowledge,
But for nothing else I do remember them and acknowledge,
That they were dear friends for time,
All things change, time moves on, childhood pals grow up,
Hopefully this does not happen to my ever-lovin’ pup…J
© ed ~ 6/29/06
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Bob H
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And I love the pic. :)
B&R
Beautiful memories you have; such a pleasant, heartfelt write! Very nice job; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Hey look that bike still have white walls!!
Love Tinky
Susan
Good yearning poem Ed.
Susan
maybe call their parents houses???
the internet may help........
your a good guy joisey
pax A
"Old friends missed, but not forgotten..."
On the way to leave the hypnotic trance frontier, and enter the “I” awarenes and freedom
atmosphere, the cosmic pilot finds his charter course and reminisce his early time living
the experience of growing up as a human being.
I salute You, Poet.
In the now in eternity,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Xxxx dove