Frivolity was
Never worth our money saliva words;
In depth we find the meaning of
Love –
the elusive, the simple.
The accompaniment in our cradle, the
Pot of gold at the end of
Infinity;
Forever, we grab clutch grapple for the
End of that infinity. Mere
Mortal fools, but
In foolishness we find the meaning of
Friendship –
The irreplaceable, the essential.
The hand that will see us through.
Beer and chips and conversation;
I know I’m a bad story teller,
But tell me,
tell me,
and I will listen.
by Ros S
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