Old Family Friends


Haven't seen you for years

my eyes give way to tears

the kind that old family friends shed for each other.


Though we lived on opposite sides of the street in the middle we’d 

meet

with commitment and respect carried proudly on everyone’s feet.

Should emergencies arise it came as no surprise

that trouble made the head count double at one house or the other.

The far side of the street seems a long way away to a child

but the older you get the distance appears much less

even though you’re further away.


Some of us are orphans now and we've survived somehow

though it seemed impossible at the time.

As old family friends we are with you right now

on the other side of the street though our gazes shan’t meet

because the distance has increased and some of us can’t see

but old family friends just don’t care if we’re not all there

in numbers or faculties.


Well so long Andy old friend!

Please give our love to Mary and Jack


One piece of advice I have for you on your final trip is be wary

If the pilot keeps announcing “we’re getting warmer”… take the 

ferry




© David Girard 30/09/19


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