Headline Poem 10/12/14 -- You'll be my friend

You'll be my friend 

You'll be my friend 

until we can no longer 

get to each other, 

until we are out of reach, 

or out of touch,

  perhaps with reality, 

or maybe... 

well, not so much. 

You'll be my friend 

until our children's children 

have children of their own. 

I hope we will still eat cake 

       to celebrate

that turn our teeth purple and blue,

or better yet that we have teeth 

      and zest 

in which to chew. 

You'll be my friend 

even when it's hard because hey,

  we're still here, 

and it ain't always easy. 

But really,

our friendship shows up right 

where it's supposed 

    to be. 

You'll be my friend 

through the next election 

and more, 

how can it not survive 

when 

we've already made it through 

both Georges, Bill, and Al Gore, 

and even though it was heated, 

the last two? 

You'll be my friend 

because some of my favorite memories include you. 

You'll be my friend 

until the day 

I hear you sing Gospel & Reggae while bowling and wearing 

anything but blue --

See? I get you! 

You'll be my friend 

because if I stop

you're down to one, 

and 

characters on The Walking Dead 

shouldn't count 

(I thought you'd appreciate 

a poem in your honor ending 

with a joke, 

rather than on a sappy

note).