Old Friends

Wax Art by Jody B

He has his truth
and I have mine

Here we’ve come
to our conclusions

We no longer talk
of right or wrong

Agreeing that talk
is not productive

Simply up`sets us
wounds the peace

Started with religion
moved on to politics

Sex is still fair`game
we’re both impotent


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Old Friends

  1. know what you mean about that talk – I have a beloved old friend. We get on very well, as long as no-one brings up politics…


  2. much like my family

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