Good friend and rugby comrade-in-arms Bob Latham of the great state of Texas just finished Robin’s 64 Spurs as the typhoon hit his Tokyo hotel room.  He reminded me of Robin’s poem Friends:

         Friends are chosen

         Some choose you

         But not too many

         True friends are few!

Here’s the rest of the poem.

         Some you made

         When you were small

         Some more recent

         Crossed paths called

 

         Friends are special

         Bonds so blessed

         How you connected

         Gods need not guess

 

         Friends are steady

         They are true blue

         No hesitation

         They see you through

 

         Some may call

         Just in case

         Somehow they sense

         You’re in troubled space

 

         Friends make time

         Give heart and soul

         No quid pro quo

         Need they hold

 

         Some don’t call

         Still you’re in sync

         You pick things up

         You link the strength

 

         Friends challenge

         What you do

         They expect

         Your best from you

 

         Friends are forgiving

         Always there

         When you’re an a-hole

         They’re still there

 

         Friends need attention

         Friends need your care

         Their hopes and fears

         Are yours to share

 

         As a friend

         You too must be

         All and more

         Yours are to you.

Good on ya’ both.

KR