At Sunset Bay Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Very recently, I saw one of my retired friends,
After the twenty years or more, I do guess.
And anyway, his hair was white but dyed red.
A little envy mounted in his eye about my dress.

My friend! I didn't say, but my partner said:  
I shared her feeling and recalled when I was rose-red.
And in one school day he made a mock of my beard,  
Our present meeting took place at the sunset bay.

Some old habits, don't leave us till the grave,  
After a warm handshake, he hit the trail.
And we sail out toward the grand
lake,
On its bushy shore, we saw a Gorallia raid,  

The scene was quite amazing but pretty sore,  
The boat in which we stayed had a crafty look.
And fancy naming that symbol's
'We are among you.'
 So nobody will bother you in this boutique.
The owner of that classic boat was a young dude.