There is a forgotten point in the past,
when first our paths converged.
We were far too young to know it,
as threads of friendship bound us.
Destiny set us on our separate journey,
stretching those golden fibers.
But, they were always there, unbroken,
tugging at the heart’s memories.
Whenever life becomes contrite and mean,
I often think of you and smile.
Remembering your laughter and joy,
we are sixteen again, singing Doo-wop.
Possessed by Brill Cream and Juicy Fruit,
Rock ‘n Roll knights charging forth.
Shod in Penny Loafers, armored in Old Spice,
we had swallowed the pill of innocence.
A marvelous foundation on which to stand,
God-smacked, age replaced it with reality.
Our dreams the glue to a kismet’s circle,
each step through time has led to today.
Through it you have always been my brother,
eternity can never change nor take that away.
If I find no other fortune, you are a treasure,
unblemished, shining, uncounted and valued.
©2021 Donald C. Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
This is great. Did your poetic self write it?
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None other. This was written for Frank, my best friend in High School, and a friend of 64 years. He has Lewy Dementia, I wanted to let him know what he meant to me before he could not.
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None other. This was written for Frank, my best friend in High School, and a friend of 64 years. He has Lewy Dementia, I wanted to let him know what he meant to me before he could not.
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