Old Friends Are Best

All friends are good friends,

but old friends are best.

Old friends are like the favorite flannel shirt,

worn when the wind comes far frae the west.

They envelope in woolen splendor

and in humor are blest.

What else offers comfort

when the solstice is near?

None but the comrade, with a heart full o’ cheer!

No doubt the tales grow

as the year comes to rest

and the roar of laughter by hearth,

quiets even winter’s hoary test.

But what when they’ve gone

to lead lives like the rest?

Kinship doesn’t wane like a flame in the wind,

rather it bristles as the fires are stoked hot again.

All friends are good friends,

but old friends are best.

They rise like the phoenix

through nostalgia-fueled flame

and triumph in jubilation

at the sound of their name!

All friends are good friends,

but old friends are best!

Come hither! Come hither,

ye comrades of old!

I will not forsake you,

nor ever be cold!

What once was, still is;

What is, will remain.

Come again, old friend,

and your rightful place reclaim!

Old friend, dear old friend

sit near me once more.

Tell of the days gone by,

those wonders of yore!