One can never ask
For such things as
When we are given
The right time and
The right place perhaps
We were fortunate then
We are fortunate now
We’ve known each other
For a long, long time
Since before we were born
Since before the grave
How else can we describe
The life we were given
The childhood memories
Growing up on the same street
Living next door to each other
Playing with our matchbox toys
In a pile of sand
Left over by the plow
There were spring tulips
And tender green meadows
And our summer gardens
Then the stiff leaves rustling
In the chilly fall air
The big snowstorms brewing
And our snow forts
The street lights burning
Above our blue igloos
There was you my friend
And there was me