Good Friends are hard to keep,
Harder when you’re awake,
Easier when you’re asleep;
Warm like a fresh baked cake;
The top layer always too sweet.
Good friends are sometimes flaky,
Layers of pastry personality falling,
Beneath the table of life,
Somewhat flaky, crummy, and crumbling,
Sometimes when they’re calling,
Your confidence and future with them,
Sometimes shaky.
Good friends create appetites for lean and protein,
While getting to know them and vice versa;
The inward personality struggles, even sometimes
Competing for strengths recorded by the bursar,
The centeredness demonstrated in the quiet serene.
Good friends are like passion fruit,
That comes in a can;
The fruit can give you the feeling of being dressed in a suit,
Or feeling the opposite, that you’re in a jam;
Even sometimes like you’re vinegar trapped in a cruet.
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I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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