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Two Friends Two friends parting, One young; one younger, And beginning a pilgrimage In search of himself. Come with you? I’m not that young – Though the rest of my life Will not be what I intended, And I’ve intended nothing. I would not have wanted To see you die – But would have wanted To know you ‘til death. You know, Men are harder to replace Than women, but women Are irreplaceable. Perhaps on my holiday – Only two weeks a year To visit far-away old friends, That are always too far. Maybe we’ll meet again at 40. In a bar. In Athens. We’ll drink Ouzou And share a Greek whore. We’ll celebrate this moment then And pull at our youth, And reflect that every moment Is a poem, That only need be written down As a reminder. |
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