A friend from overseas, <br />one who was half forgotten, <br />came for a visit just today, <br />to reminisce and see koalas. <br />I had occasion to observe <br />him freshening and take a shave <br />in front of our steamed up mirror, <br />and he remarked that olden times <br />remember when we used to, well. <br />He started yapping as he used to <br />just over 50 years ago at home. <br />Yes I remembered well our pranks, <br />the turds we laid in school loudspeaker, <br />the powdered Glauber Salt for tea <br />that made the teachers run at last. <br />The hazy, though acute reflection <br />had given me some food for thought <br />but when we sat with our friend Jack <br />and sipped the memories back down <br />it did occur to me that he, in truth, <br />had aged so much that it was doubtful <br />he was the friend I'd left behind. <br />So, c'est la vie I mumbled loudly, <br />creation knows no decency. <br />Next morning when he shaved again <br />I peeked in quickly, did confirm <br />and my elation made me glow <br />how lucky can a person get? <br />Then I was beeped and had to go <br />he said 'you put on some condition', <br />patting my belly, then he added <br />'well face it, we're old geezers now'. <br />I have a beard and never shave <br />and therefore have no need to look <br />into a steamed up lying mirror <br />and, well I do recall the days, <br />when that old geezer was still young, <br />he always did exaggerate.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-old-schoolmate/
