Visiting Old Friends. We can talk across the decades, Enter years and separate lives, Randomly in times that seem endless, But stopped with new beginnings, Each carrying the wait of the last, We've grown old, The weight no longer matters, It's even laughable, But its presence adds warmth, and moves us towards the next, or last. This lovely little poem was written for us by our old friend Brian after spending a lovely sunny afternoon in Sherry's Garden on August 28th, 2021.