Ours Alone Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

LONG PAST in the days—we were still in our youth—
My friend, you and I always searching for truth;
Your joy was my joy, and your pain was my pain.
Through glad days and fair—first the sun, then the rain
Poured down on our lives, lo! And all these years since,
We hurried and scrambled, though tried to convince
Ourselves and each other with time pressing on,
That days spent together weren't over or gone.
But, what have we left of those times long ago,
When walking together, our dreams all in tow?
The path, it diverged, different ways we would take;
The trail through the woods and the path by the lake.
So foreign to me was the course you would choose,
With little to gain, we might everything lose.
You so longed to go, and I wanted to stay;
We quibbled and quarreled, but neither could sway
The other's opinion, though Lord knows we tried—
‘twas easier done ‘tween the moon and the tide.
So, you have gone your way, as I have gone mine
Oft bumpy and rocky, not everything fine.
But day after day, ‘twas together we went;
With hand holding hand, all these years we have spent
Together, still dreaming of plans we will make,
With love for each other that no one can take.