Old friend, <br />Here is my hand. <br />Shall we lower our quarreling kites? <br />Old friend, <br />Come sit with me. <br />We'll alter their warring flights. <br />Old friend, <br />Smother our ill will <br />Before it all truly ignites. <br />Old friend, <br />We're both weary <br />So make this the last of our fights. <br />Old friend, <br />Let's surrender <br />And make ours one which reunites. <br />Old friend, <br />Now is the time <br />To lower our quarreling kites. <br />Let's no longer have them bicker - <br />Instead watch them jive and flicker <br />In the wake of swaying torch lights. <br />Old friend, <br />Join me again. <br />Come and watch the doves pierce fresh heights <br />On this most placid night of nights.<br /><br />Jack Growden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-friend-24/
