Is there beauty in messing up?

good old friends

42 years have passed
your hair has become gray
mine as well
my face was wrinkled
your’s too
you changed, I changed…., we all changed
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a60only one thing that has not changed
the silliness of our behavior

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 TM1in togetherness…
pain and lonely lost in laughter
we are grandma and grandpa
who momentarily forgotten age and grandchildren

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a64let’s keep the rope of this friendship
with love and understanding
and maintain the value and meaning
to always be tightly bound

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good  old friends

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one day
when no one cares to wipe my tears
when no one comes to ease my pain
when no one can be invited to reminisce
when I feel left out
be friendly with loneliness
I knew you will be there for me

Hopefully we could be best friends
until we should start all over again as new friends
when senility force us to ask over and over…  “who are you?”

I thank God who has given the opportunity to meet and get together with good old friends,
and thank you for being my wonderful old friends

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dedicated to my high school friends
  SMA PSKD 1,  graduated on 1972

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“Learn to be a good friend because one day when you look aside he may not be there anymore”.
– meiro –

if

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if this life is a game
whether I’ll be the player or spectator
if I’m a spectator
then I will sit in place yelling to support the players
but if I am the player then I should win
if life is a theater
whether I’ll be the actor or director
if I am  the actor I have to act very well
but if I in charged as the director
then I have to responsible for the success of the drama
ah ….  so complicated and confusing
perhaps life is not to choose
as well as it can’t be assumed
I guess I have to keep dancing
floating along the rhythm of life
and enjoy the elegance of its music

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