(67) May 1, 2010: A Latte In Your Honor

A LATTE IN YOUR HONOR

A latte in your honor my old friend,
In memory of the memories we have made;
The years have rolled, but love admits no end.

The ancient canvas cannot help but fade,
And neural pathways lose their sharpened groove—
The memory of the memories we have made.

The wind and rain a mountain may remove,
Or rivers carve a canyon through the rock,
While neural pathways lose their sharpened groove

Through ages lost in drought, and blown with chalk,
Refreshing rain no more than thristy dreams
Of rivers carving canyons through the rock.

But now I see you here unchanged it seems,
The living proof that friends endure, although
Refreshing rain, no more than thirsty dreams,

Have vanished into times of long ago.
A latte in your honor my old friend;
You're living proof that friends endure although
The years have rolled—that love admits no end.

D. Edgar Lamp

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