Recently, one of the blogs I have started following recently, wrote a piece on the changing of friendship in your twenties. (Rosie Culture) Having long since left that glorious age (at least physically, because mentally and emotionally, I am still 25) I wrote to tell her the good news that though the nature of friendship changes and though you don’t see each other nearly as much, the true friendships can survive and still be a comforting and dependable part of one’s life.

This is definitely true for me. It also is the subject of Yesterday’s Perfect Moment.

Yesterday, I met my best friends of more than 30 years. Our meeting was staggered as our work times differ significantly.  Since we had lots to talk about, that hardly seemed to matter.

We shared news of family and friends. We spoke of our work issues.  We spoke about sports, politics, marriage, and life.  We talked about the past and the future as fluidly as master storytellers.  As we walked around the changing city, different buildings evoked memories, cloudy memories, and gasps at how much has changed.

We had some food, some beverages, and even managed a very short game of pool before a dog related emergency broke up the gathering.

We parted knowing that we would be meeting again to go over many of the same things again. Though it sounds predictable, it more comforting that way.


About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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1 Response to Friendship

  1. New Friends and Old Friends
    Poet: Joseph Parry

    Make new friends, but keep the old;
    Those are silver, these are gold.
    New-made friendships, like new wine,
    Age will mellow and refine.

    Friendships that have stood the test –
    Time and change – are surely best;
    Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray,
    Friendship never knows decay.

    For ‘mid old friends, tried and true,
    Once more we our youth renew.
    But old friends, alas! may die,
    New friends must their place supply.

    Cherish friendship in your breast –
    New is good, but old is best;
    Make new friends, but keep the old;
    Those are silver, these are gold.

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