Old Friend

Birds dive at fish, Waves crash on the rocks.
And us in our t-shirts, our shorts and wet socks.
Mysterious orange water reflects from the Sun,
The Boats in the Bay which sound cheery and fun.


Skip Stones to the sunset, old friend we’ve come far.
Thru waves of great hardship with nary a scar.
When Sun fin’lly sets and we both sep’rate ways.
I’ll think of the lakeside and all our great days.


Wherever life takes you, I know you’ll do well.
A man of your humor is bound to propel.
Concerning the Bad times I’d rather not dwell.
Should we not meet in life, We’ll drink whisky in hell.

For Clutch