Timeless Bonds of Friendship

Thank you, my friend, for crossing land and sky. For one more

talk that felt like yesterday. Though years drift past like shadows slipping by.

Our bond stands firm in its familiar way. We met in youth when distant

seas and ground became our stage for dangers shared and dared. Through luck and

laughter, life spun wildly round. And still, we lived as

though none could be spared. But now, grief's hand has touched us slow

and cold. Its quiet lines mark each remembered face. And worn-out limbs

remind us we are old. Though hearts still keep their younger, quicker pace.