You and I share more than words and thoughts.
We live beneath a common sky
And drink the same air
And walk on the same ground,
And enjoy the same good old sun.
Different we are, I grant,
And if we’d ever meet,
We’re sure to contradict,
At least a little,
Especially if one of us is stubborn,
And the other mean,
But tell me now,
Couldn’t we get along?
Be faraway friends, I mean.
I could write and you could read,
And you could write and I could read,
And I could tell you about my life,
And you could tell me about yours,
And thus, by reading, writing, and exchanging thoughts,
Much pleasure both derive.
For after all, are we not accomplices in this risky venture called existence?
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boy with a hat 
love the poem, and love the painting! 🙂
Not sure it’s a poem!
enjoyed it anyways! 🙂
They used to call it, “Pen pals.”
Alas, nobody uses pens anymore.
PS: Is your hair really that red?!
It’s dark auburn, right now. I’m wearing a wig in the photo, but cut it in the same style. 🙂
Nicely put Vincent. Even when men contradict they can stay friends, no need to fire guns at each other.
Keep well.
Too bad the old custom of dueling has been discontinued, eh?
the duality of dueling is too extreme for me.
arm wresting, maybe…
water guns, definitely.
like DCTdesigns, i wish you well.
Randy
nice piece. I haven’t commented in a long time, but I’ve been peeping through the screen so to speak…;-) Randy
Randy!
I haven’t seen you around for so long!
Well said!
And that is the beauty of blogging. We can talk to people from all around the world and never know their irritating habits or how much their feet smell!
Amen!
Reminds me of how we find friends among bloggers. We write, we read, we share lives. Thank you for sharing this poem.
Bloggers are nice fellows, aren’t they?
I enjoyed this, thanks!
Vincent- I volunteer to write and read with you anytime. I hope you’ve heard word on your health and aren’t stuck between floors as I often felt in the unknown of waiting around my diagnosis. Whatever comes I also wish for you lots of love and support. And like I said keep writing. I’m a reading.
Still waiting, but don’t feel too bad right now, so it’s alright.
Thanks! I blush.
We can be friends, Vincentiu 🙂
Yay! Ebooks, ebooks, ebooks!
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If what you say is true
Then may I become the friend
Whom you will write to?