I think I'll go inside now
Would you like to come
The winters sun is setting low
Inside I'm brewing tea,
would you care for some
We will stoke the fire and press our flesh
Against the flames warm glow
There's no reason our talk should end
We'll ignore the seasons early dusk
For inside there is plenty left to do
Before our beds do beckon us
Now at this moment memories call
With all the factors here
The weary way we favor our
Muscled limbs from head to toe
Gives pause to long past deeds undone
And those we cherish most
Remember when with youthful step
The rabbit could not us out run
We hunted him in springs fresh breeze
Through summers endless heat
We watched the birds in futile flight
Avoiding winters certain approach
Heading for the southern light
Well now old friend
We hug before the fire
In the flames we see ourselves
The way we used to be
Don't take me wrong
I love you still
I most certainly always will
You've been my best friend
Through all these years
No need for it to end
Lick me now my old dog
The way you always do
When we celebrate good news
With joyful celebration
Shaking allover with reckless abandon
Ahhhh, enough of this, but its been fun
Its time for your evening bowl
You must be hungry by now
We will eat our meal
And rest our traveled bones
And shun the evenings' void
To rise tomorrow morn
The way we always have
With truthful hearts and renewed strength
"That life is good to friends."

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