Old Friends
In the presence of old friends
Time stands still
The past becomes the present once again
Bringing back cherished memories
Silencing the chatter of how life transformed us
With the shackles of expectations and obligations
And the intoxication of ambition and desire
Before life sank its claws into us
And in that rare and precious stillness
We find a return
To when only friendship mattered
Independent Real Estate Professional
10 个月Thanks Jonathan, I have enjoyed reading. I remember your mom. She was my mom’s best friend.
Architecture & Planning Professional
10 个月What a great essay. This hilights the points of friendships. Thanks for posting my friend.
Retired Senior Project Manager at CBRE
10 个月Beautifully expressed. Thanks Jonathan
Wonderful