Wholesome hearts,
well deserved friendship,
good chunks of truth
wrapped in cigarette smoke.
Singing together, playing our tune.
High school, low voices,
Coughing.... Silence, please!
A true lady is listening.
Winning together,
playing the same game,
to simply convince each other
we may be wrong.
Drinking from the same chalice,
We taste the same curse:
'Beauty,
You bring us Truth'.
Little as we are,
we look through the same keyhole
to sometimes have
a good finishing touch.
Luis Gil de la Puente
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/11-friends/
