by Mary E. Lowd
Best of friends, strolling and talking
Sharing their longing, for days gone by
By and by, they find time passes
Slowly as molasses, bringing new layers
Of nostalgic rose-colored glasses
Between here and now
And the now that won’t be ‘til then
They keep walking together
Forever and ever, denying
As long as they can
(Stubbornly, steadfastly)
They’ll ever reach any end