I take this walk as I often do, did, and will.
Albeit with different shoes
I’m still the same ‘valiant grandson who lives on a hill’.
times change as well as circumstances
as do with friendships and romances,
life although the greatest mystery
weilds the nostalgic sword of my history.
Not too old, yet not too recent
I take this walk, a bit more cognizant
as the last few days allow
my conscious mind to perceive.
Nine years beyond the grand trifecta’s end,
and with a wealth of knowledge up my sleeve
I still kind of miss the good old days
when we were young and in a daze
of our teenage ways and imperfections
our happiness was all the world’s protection
that any of us needed at the time.
It seems as if the bonds have broke
but we three will always be connected
through none but memories of friendship,
romance and rhyme.
