Friendships Adulting
by Michael Doyle

Moving to the next new neighborhood.
Among the things best to be understood,
Is that while friendship preserve,
A new way of life has a lot to maybe fear.

Each region has it's own peculiar way
And there are things we learn not to say
If we are to somehow learn to get along.
Not everyone is amused by the same song.

There's a heiarchy of familial worship.
It's a ranking from spouse to friendship.
Once you reach a certain age and place,
There's also an acceptance we embrace.

At best if we make it to the exception,
We find we continue more as an expectation.
We learn to dance the dance of fragility
As we stumble across our own flexibility.

There are long lapses in communiation
And still we hold to our passing relation.
In the blink of society's collapsing eye
A friendship might live or it might just die.

We say our goodbyes with forget-me-nots
And just as quickly it seems we have forgot.
Still we move to new, unfamiliar places
We reach out to neighbors as if we remember traces

Of those things that hold our commonality,
That is until we arrive at life's complexity,
There is the times that we have casually spent,
As if time's worth was cheap and easily lent.

September 30,2026   Michael Doyle
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