My Walk Poem by Ronald Strickland

I went for a walk, had to have been for a couple of miles.
During my walk i meet up with someone
i had not talked with for years.

We talked about girls, cars, children and the war about
all the good and bad times in life.
We shared memories of the good ole days
and the life we shared..

Other people. out for a walk had
puzzled look at our out burst of laughter.
and with concern with the sadness that
might had been displayed.

After the walk i was to say farewell to my friend,
but found i was alone.I sure enjoyed myself on that walk