Slow Growth

We have been friends for over thirty years.
We don't have much to talk about these days.
We've already discussed our hopes and fears,
And those embarrassments that left us dazed.

So we'll play a few hands of a card game,
Or watch a rerun from an old series,
Or speculate if someone's still the same,
Or note that politics leaves us weary.

There's a lot of silence between us now;
Like two old oaks bending to the same breeze
We have learned from each other how to bow
To the circumstances to which life leads.

One of us will welcome the other
Into that land we must all discover.