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A week away - and I am not in charge!

For years I've always organised the days

Ensuring hours are profitably spent,

All educated in the local ways

With dates and vistas, views and monuments,

Till they merge in a pleasurable haze

Of boots and sticks, pub lunches, strange hotels,

Recalled for ducks in bathrooms, bedroom keys,

Reused teabags, small towels and soft beds,

House-rules on post-it notes and sneaked cream teas

Between full-English and the evening's meal;

Confusing and confused these memories please

Because, beside the days we can't recall,

They bring to mind real friendships which wont pall.

Brian Hick July 2014

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Tae Friendship

Where are the days we used to know

          The memories of what has been

          When you and I were young and keen

And life was just an endless flow 

Of days and nights without a care,

          Slipping onward while we lived

          And loved, ignoring how life sieved

Our thoughts and feelings, unaware

That all the time an end was calling -

          Not that it would be today -

          But what we cherished on the way

Would all too soon be past recalling

Unless we hold to what is here,

          The friends who share our daily round

          Our moods, flippant or profound,

Our celebrations, times of care.

So on this night when we again

          Share haggis and a glass or two

          Let's pray we will continue true

In friendship, as we've always been.

To Friendship

Brian Hick Jan 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 13.1.23