Old Friend

Eager to know your old pal's mundane
Dear ‘m good, Right as Rain.

Forbearance taught me lot through years
Found sustained joys in temporal pain.

Partner in crime, if u recall
Were tingling charms, taged in a chain.

Found many secrets and distorted truths
Friendship is sacred, not profane.

Time unfold many fables and lies
Wise are bitten once, seldom again.

Better to cut your own peaches now
Nice meeting you again, but can't entertain.

poem by Samima Shah
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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