My Very Best Friend If only I had thought to speak, Had left a text or voice mail. If only I had gone to seek You down that lonely trail. If only I had known to ask What passes through your mind. But now that's all yet gone and passed. We left each other still behind. Goodbye, my friend, the best of us. You're doing better now, I trust. Without my weighing down your thoughts, You should be now where you ought.
Pruning New hobbies, new toys, And so involved in them, I become Unaware of other, former joys. The whole of me, after all, is the sum Of energy which can't be destroyed Or made. And so, I'm numb To the old, alert to the new; Forsaking those for which my heart flew. And such is the world: progress-- Building the future on the past's mess.
Adventures Let's cross a canyon, hike a glacier, Or perhaps roam a jungle instead. Treasure, mental or corporeal: can't be sure If this is real or all in my head. But, charge on, regardless, explore, Traverse the world beyond the door, Leaving footprints upon foreign sands, Witnessing the most remarkable of things: That ability the unknown to understand, Which makes the traveler mightier than kings.