One of the first and only poems I've ever published, inspired by a visit to New Orleans for a reunion with two of my best friends...
Walking thru streets of the French quarter,
I'm reminded of who walked by my side
the first time I took this walk.
I reflect on the value of friends... what a gift.
I remember the line from 'Into the Wild',
"Happiness only real when shared."
I might spend a lifetime looking for the one
to share these precious moments.
Yet I have never felt the longing for friendship,
because friendship has always been by my side.
And for that, I would trade a hundred lovers,
and a thousand good times.
Walking thru streets of the French quarter,
I'm reminded of who walked by my side
the first time I took this walk.
I reflect on the value of friends... what a gift.
I remember the line from 'Into the Wild',
"Happiness only real when shared."
I might spend a lifetime looking for the one
to share these precious moments.
Yet I have never felt the longing for friendship,
because friendship has always been by my side.
And for that, I would trade a hundred lovers,
and a thousand good times.