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My Two Friends

I have a friend who I miss very much;

Over the years we’ve kept in touch.

I phoned each time I came into town,

We’d meet to catch up and share the lowdown.

A high school friend, what more can there be?

Alas, he never thinks about contacting me.

So while I am his friend, is it always to be

That my friendship is misplaced eternally?


I have another friend and we always speak

Perhaps for hours on the phone each week.

From my high school days, too, it all began

He’s a good friend and a very good man.

What is the difference between the two?

Why does one know my voice and the other says “Who?”

The answer escapes me, I cannot explain

Why I must always tell one my name.


Life is a puzzle; jigsaw decreed,

Pieces a-jumble, colors bleed.

Choose your friends and always be true,

Even though one may not choose you.




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