As Requested

I just wrote a poem,
Interfered with by a couple 9.4ers% and several others,
It’s lost because of the percentages,
The emotion, and the
Absolute lack of coordination of my fingers.

Truth is, I loved that poem,
Working so hard to recover it, for naught,
Because it spoke of friendships,
One new, evolving over the course of a couple of decades,
And another over the course of a few months.

That says more about me than them
For I act with a guarded nature, recording only
One super tight friend developed over the course of nearly forty years,
The others not nearly as tight
For I was not ready to be burned by me. Or them.

Today, work and exercise collided
In a most social, if not spiritual way,
When the barley and hops enabled my guard to be dropped
With my “friends” allowing me to open up
In a more cosmic kind of way.

Truth is, there is nothing more important than trust,
You’d think twenty plus years would let that be said,
Then again, just a few months of running,
Should not be enough to let a person’s goodness be known,
But it is.

How soon on either?
I don’t know, but I know.
Good is good, bad is bad,
And unsure is as good as bad.
So when the percentages add up and I still feel good, game on.

So I have two things to say,
Not in an all-encompassing way,
For my buffet-Alaska-eating professional son must know
He is in the fold, one who has shown me the way
Of the distanced tribe, engaged, committed, and ambivalent.

One, my man,
Graduate school egotistical cousins,
Each exemplifying the life of being frustrated by the way things are
In what keeps us from being better in a global way.
Then again, A does not equal B in an effort to get to C. Who you are does.

Two, my sister or at least, devilish soul,
Loss is no clue, mundane is,
Yet, your emotions are the greatest guide,
For you have the magic to keep
Yourself in perspective. Be well, my friend, times are always tough.

Which leaves me to think, I am me, living a life filled as it is.
My friends are who they are. Good souls made as who they are.
Hopefully, we are there for each other.
That’s why they are my friends
For, we know the way we should be with each other, trusting, honest, respectful.

Love you guys…

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