Meeting olden friends

Over the grand bridge we crossed to campus
the stone benches at  high  Willow fences
witnessed our unflagging innocent mischiefs
they exist still as a  memorable  chumminess

Then clubby freshmen now Dads and Moms
turned to adults through metamorphosis
crowns of gray hair add wise gentility
unchanged warm love with pure loyalty

Our hearts retrieve burried fondness
strained minds meet quick reassurance
meeting olden chums with golden hearts
rekindles sulky life with renewed hopes

            By Swarnapali Liyanage

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