Two Old Friends

Two Old Friends Tyrone was a honey-toned Negro child With a ton of curly golden locks His Mom and Dad were the mixed couple Down the street Oh about three or four blocks He had green sparkling eyes like the splendid sea And high cheek bones, yes he did His lips were full and thick ya know Yeah he was different and beautiful And played hard like the rest of us kids Tyrone went away to live up-down But he always found his way back home Well it's been years from back in the day And I sure miss one of my oldest friends Yesterday out of the blue There he was all straight and tall With a smile from here to Niagara Falls I dropped my cane and forgot my pain Walking as fast as I could We held each other tight as I took a deep breath Nestled into his soft, warm chest We spent the day reminiscing Talking about friends and family We laughed so hard when we recalled Playing marbles and drinking orange crush I still have an ole brown bottle Our eyes sparkled once again The coming together of two old friends Written by: Melvina Germainn Date: Jan.17/2016