Old
friend I miss you.
Many
waters have passed,
Beneath
the bridge of our lives.
So
many days have elapsed,
Without
hearing a note, a laugh.
Could
it be the old adage?
Out
of sight out of mind.
Many
years have rolled by,
I
wonder who it is with you.
Are
you happy now with all,
Or
do you sometimes miss me ?
Many
wrongs confused with rights,
Who
the devil knows the truth ?
Better
we just leave the past,
To
wilt as a flower leaves spring.
Better
we would know once more,
The
joy we knew in friendship.
'Richard'
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