A fingered photo of buddies
dressed in drab-hued Scout uniforms.
Smudged names inked on top of figures
my heart to the memory warms.
My friends, proud in black caps and gowns
fresh faces with ambitions clear.
Who knew some would go off to war
to face unknown futures with fear.
High school sweethearts, then bride and groom
feed cake to each other with care.
Love colors the old black and whites
of those of our gang who were there.
New baby with proud mom and pop
Godparents with presents galore.
Old friends stand in wings with advice
on diapers, car seats, docs and more.
Last pic, only four faces grace
the scene at the gravesite so sad.
We stand alone, remembering
those wonderful friends we have had.
(Written for dVerse Poets, Meeting the Bar: To Friends. October 10, 2013.)