Friends Poem by Antony Glaser

Friends

These were the games
I was expected to play
I had friends along the way
they watched the clouds
with time on their side
Oh the travails I could tell you
Herring days ad nauseum
A Mothers whisper
That may come to your biding
Once a contender
across mountain and plain
You've trode the narrow way

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