it was the best of times

"The Best Of Times"

Tonight's the night we'll make history, honey, you and I
And I'll take any risk to tie back the hands of time
And stay with you here tonight
I know you feel these are the worst of times
Baby I know, you wouldn't have to cry
I do believe it's true
When people lock their doors and hide inside
Rumor has it it's the end of Paradise
But I know, if the world just passed us by
The best of times are when I'm alone with you
Some rain some shine, we'll make this a world for two
Our memories of yesterday will last a lifetime
We'll take the best, forget the rest
And someday we'll find these are the best of times
These are the best of times
I do believe it's true


         Charles Dickens wrote "It was the best of times, 
it was the worst of times" but to tell the truth of the
matter for me, it seemed anyways that it was nothing 
more than a time that was filled with chaos and much 
confusion and of course cha changes when your
friendships, some that even went back as far preschool
and or kindergarten would start to become something 
slightly different, as everyone graduated and started 
moving on to what we call real life becoming so called 
adults in a world that had a hell of alot more questions 
than it did answers to give, then having to make those 
decisions about college the military, starting families 
making new friends or loosing old ones becoming just 
a mixedup menagerie of broken and fractured memories 
of our past, almost like chapters in a book that were 
ending with brand new ones beginning'' in a world that 
was so much different then the one we had all grown up 
in, one that was harsher, colder, less caring, less God-
fearing, more hateful, and spiteful in fact it was down 
right terrifying. Down here on this planet that we call 
earth which is the third planet from the sun, that revoles
along its axis every twentyfour hours or what we call
a day, all the while revolving around the sun that takes
three hundred sixty five days or one year, which does 
not sound all that very long at all except that when you 
think about it and relizes that an average human only
lives up to seventy nine years meaning we only get that 
many spins to get it right or to find the meeting of life, 
or why it is we are really here.  Even Einstein said its 
become appallingly clear technology has surpassed 
our Humanity and that is very sad, which brings us back
to the beginning of at least this prose, for my generation 
was one of the last to know and truly understand what
"friendship" really means, those connections we made
are ones that will last a life time because we spent the 
time and energy to cultivate and feed and grow, using 
bicycles and playgrounds and most of all real life 
communcation in a language that seems to be dying
out called talking face to face, everyday, and night, for
days, weeks, months, and years through laughter and
tears the real kind not an electronically recorded sound
boards or stupid smiley or poop emoji we were bonded
by laws of the sacred street where if you were not in by 
the time they came the parent gustapo would be released 
as you dodge the neighbors trying to find your way home
 each taking turns whooping your butt or scolding you
then when your delivered to the warden your mother
where the dreaded phrase "Just wait until your father 
gets home" thats when it went silent not a sound and all
your friends cringed knowing what was coming then 
sneaking candy or sodas to make sure you survived
the ordeal and that my friends is love. yes real 
tangible love the kind I have been searching for my 
entire life trying to get back wanting to feel that once again.
Love is not just between a man and a woman or wife 
and husband or even boyfriend and girlfriend, it is 
between those who will open thier doors without a 
question why, those who have cried with you, laughed
when you shaved your eybrows off accidently, or when
you lost your dog or cat, fell off the swing lost your
diamond ring, called your parents Mr. and Mrs or 
just mom and dad, all of those friends who made 
the effort to actually physically either walked, rode their 
bike, skateboard, or scooter all the way across town 
just to say hello, and not just call, text, or have their 
assistant send an email that is what love is all about,
it is sad nowadays who they call a friend for the people 
you meet today may indeed call themselves friends and 
they might or might not stick around for just a little 
bit but there is a difference and it is all superficial at that
because if you ever needed help for any reaon or were 
running from the cops and I do not mean you just killed 
somebody because you would not be a good friend 
dragging them in the middle of that or you just needed
someone to talk too at three am in the morning the first
ones that come into my mind are those that have already 
been there with me through good and the bad, happiness 
and being sad, had a bed ready and beer whenever 
any and the many breakups I have had just appeared.
But enough of that I think you get the picture and if you
do not then I feel sorry for you because your a narcissist 
or even worse, just a scourge to humanity anyways, so in 
closing I would like to say I love you to class of 1984 
and all the others before who know the true meaning of 
friendship and love and all the hardwork that goes into
making both work, and any and all of you who ran the
street light gauntlet trying to get to the house fast before 
your father got home and bear the marks of a whopping
given by the neighbors when you ran from mom, or 
playing with me in the park until dark, pitching 
quarters at school, buns up at lunch, even walking 
home or taking the school bus, 
ditching class to
go to zuma beach, driving around smoking Marijuana, 
Skiing down a hill at Mountain High first thing 
in the morning, taking a hike in the hills aroumd 
White Face, putting out fires in october as the winds
tricked or treat us. Memories I will never forget 
reminding me of a very short moment of time 
that I am so happy I had the chance to experience 
for those friends that I made back then will be my 
friends until the very end and those 
who we have already 
lost to God up in heaven just know you will never be  
forgotten, for made the spin more then half 
my lifespan I ahall soon follow you 
In the path you have 
taken to be your friend once again. 

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. 
A Poet's Journey 


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