Immortal? Poem by Jack Ashenden

Though time may decay your youthful features,
and dark nicotine lines furrow your brow,
your smile will remain like the miniatures
you create with infallible know how.
Though wracked with the horrid pain of old age
our legs may keel and our arms lose strength,
your inner power will remain on page,
a testament to those who loved a friend.
Amazing futures lie ahead for us
and I'm sure they will be different -
yet despite the truth of dying youth
discuss with you 'Companions Couth' I will.
The jokes, the laughs, the trusting truths we have;
and time, with all its cruelest tricks, can't stand.