Must poems Be forever sad? No! Some are Forever glad, Forever smiling As they celebrate Life's beguiling Friendships, Founded far away And long ago, When Time Was sweet and slow To pass Among the tawny Stones of academe. Those ancient days Long have flown, Yet memory Calls them Back to life As if it were Yesterday! With eager joy We reach into The grab bag Of the past, Hap'ly pulling forth Tidbits and treasures. Once again We spin youth's spell, Polishing old love With new, Playing games Of what-if And never-were, When and how and why, Till the moon Rises high And sleep Clouds every eye. Once again We are scholars, Lovers, friends Who don Explorer's souls To boldly go Wherever Inquiring minds Prompt and dare us. What joy! No mere poem Can tell How wonderful Is this spell Of friendship, These willing bonds Forged In the happy daze Of youth. No words Can capture What it means Today, to cross Half a thousand miles And half a lifetime, Knowing every moment You are loved, Remembered, Welcomed, Accepted, Challenged, Rewarded And renewed. When the jet's rumble Has died away, When the house Is calm and quiet, When dogs No longer bark At visitors In the night-- Delight remains, Soft and warm As a summer morn, Reminding us What friends Forever mean To one another.
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