It’s seldom easy to detect the chains
of friendship as they’re forged in work and play.
Invisible or not, the daily pains
we suffer as we wend our weary way
through life grow smaller when we know that
always at day’s end we’ll have that time
with our good friend to celebrate each other.
We play it in our minds as pantomime.
“It’s our turn now, Mack. Shall we take our walk?”
He beats you to the door, looks back, his part begun.
“You might be slower than before. We’ll talk,”
he says, “but first let’s have our dose of fun.”
He didn’t know that he’d approached his limit
on this plane. He was invested in it.
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