“ Lasting Friendship ” ~ an august gift ~

If perchance

Time offers say,

A laudable way

To find amity,

One may discern

That special place,

Where so decides

Life’s real worth

Be best described

As friendship…

 

Of rare occasion

Be this a present

Of euphoria,

And far beyond

One of fortuity

Be the substance,

Of an august gift…

 

Thus bestowed

Upon my life,

Be kismet,

Two score or more

Of years ago,

The wondrous joy

Of lasting friendship

I’ve cherished so,

What serendipity alas

Would have me know!

                                                ode to my friend Pierre Ste.M

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“ The Dark Side ” ~ of man ~

Of man we hoped
While we ignored,
The dark side
Of this being,
Thus would suffer
His betrayal,
Whilst he misused
Our naïve trust,
Hence so bestowed
He’d fail be worthy,
Held higher mortal…

Granitic he levels neath
The surface of intent,
An immoral creature
Of life form pitiable,
That but abuses
The innocent beguiled,
Fellow mortals
Who for the while
Find this being,
A peerless creature
Chosen to elect as leader,
To blindly go on trusting!

“ Friend ” ~ a singular entitlement ~

 

 Why do they call me friend…

 

What is their cause

Or purpose

To judge me worthy,

That they should levy

Such expression of regard,

Entrust this much

Responsibility

To be bestowed

Upon my person,

Thus be asked to manage

With this impressive status…

 

And to this title friend,

A singular entitlement,

Who possesses

Such impartiality

Could deem me deserving,

Or capable indeed

To discharge such obligation,

Required and implied

When one is given title,

That of being called friend…

 

Why do they call me friend!