Good friend and rugby comrade-in-arms Bob Latham of the great state of Texas just finished Robin’s 64 Spurs as the typhoon hit his Tokyo hotel room. He reminded me of Robin’s poem Friends:
Friends are chosen
Some choose you
But not too many
True friends are few!
Here’s the rest of the poem.
Some you made
When you were small
Some more recent
Crossed paths called
Friends are special
Bonds so blessed
How you connected
Gods need not guess
Friends are steady
They are true blue
No hesitation
They see you through
Some may call
Just in case
Somehow they sense
You’re in troubled space
Friends make time
Give heart and soul
No quid pro quo
Need they hold
Some don’t call
Still you’re in sync
You pick things up
You link the strength
Friends challenge
What you do
They expect
Your best from you
Friends are forgiving
Always there
When you’re an a-hole
They’re still there
Friends need attention
Friends need your care
Their hopes and fears
Are yours to share
As a friend
You too must be
All and more
Yours are to you.
Good on ya’ both.
KR
