Different Paths

we shake hands in a clumsy round-robin

and a search for keys to make our way home

for teatime, as we did when children,


once we lived in different streets

but now in different towns,


this last year, full of significant birthdays

each of us chalking-off another 

just like our schooldays,


but these meetings are special, precious

not one of us knowing how man...

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