Childhood friends and best men,
girls who slipped away
or maybe escaped
meeting again after decades,
eating and drinking together
their talk a sparkling glitter in a glass
any passing would observe;
their babies having babies,
vacations, careers, retirements, dreams
lived or abandoned in favor of expedience.
Snow forming on heads
yet thunder still in minds,
laughter for dessert
as they pace the halls of their lives
from separate rooms adding panels
to rich tapestries depicting the prime of life.
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