One generation later
He came instead of his dad
and I instead of mine
And we became friends
As my dad and his'
had once been.
My dad recalled his dad
The chances they had gone through
The old buddies together.
How they had parted suddenly.
Of a problem of the material world
That nothing is insatiable
not friendship not love not feelings
not money not happiness not body.
They parted,
as their ancestors had parted too
from their buddies
and families.
We shall as well part
someday sooner or later
but not now
it's just the beginning
and we'll go through
see if we can break the old habit
although old habits die hard.
