Friends Friends

my friends, my friends, what joy to start this path, to have the shade of shadows.

to wander in adventure!

to laugh and laugh at nothing and everything.

my friends, my friends, to places and all our echoes remain.

old and new we will always hear them.

Even when odd-ed by female's division.

we shall not depart.

my friend, my friends, what new technology this is!

How different the change.

what now can be bad?

If we can speak and be herd anywhere further and never near before!

my friend, my friend, not just the, but we from new families and kinship to the best!

also a well said mom, from more important than i.

No they may not be poets like i.

but when poem fandom is dead other's fandom is thine.

my friend, my friend, no calls or messages?

how odd. 

its forgetful and busy's fault.

yes, thats it!

A tolerated amenity is all.

my friend, so bright it is.

so warm with discomfort the weather has become.

the wind tunnel makes all the old echoes hard to find.

all the same i stay with the emptiness poured in loyalties' cup.

maybe four or more.

dear friends, dear friends, to all here now who saved daily greetings or monthly calls and yearly trips for this last time.

the change is glad to never know the accountant absence.