Chuck

I am eight my
Best friend is Chuck
From down the alleyway
Who is a year older than I,
We hike the neighborhood the
Woods and lake having great
Adventures going out on the
Ice climbing trees playing
With dogs trikes wagons
For a few years but too
Soon we see the other
As part of a group not
Ours till we can no
Longer enjoy the
Friendship and
Move on to
Make new
Friends
Closer
Over decades
To our religious
Or cultural tastes
For music classical
Or broadway musicals
Literature and art books
And mythology all of which
Have carried me forward for
Many decades but I do miss
My friend Chuck whose
Interests were as free
And simple as my
Own happy just
To climb a tree
In my families’
Back yard
Rather
Than
To research
Even my own
Family tree, a joke
I wonder if Chuck now
Would find funny but
I have no idea what
Chuck has made
His life to be as
Time distance
Viewpoint all
Separate us
Except my
Memory
Holds
Onto
Our
Boyhood
Friendship and
I miss the simplicity.