by EKow Amissah
What splendid hope, Old Neighbour
Some joy and hope, some pain and woe
But once again, before you go ...
I pledge to sincere thought
The hard eyes that stare and stare;
Thru my ?too-unthinking? days,
With ample denunciations, with little praise.
This sober moment, sadly fraught,
My den suddenly full of questions;
Ah, for a moment to feel the old years.
What have the old years meant to you?
So rare the smile and more oft a frown;
And snug between them I know,
O Wife, the bitter charge well!
Is it for dearness lost long ago?
Is it for fond illusion gone?
For trusted love proved untrue?
That darkened face, remote, austere,
Does not know what follows a smile.
What see you in this aged promise?
What read you in this changed assurance?
Old Neighbour on my right!
What golden gain, what pride of place?
What menace of a tragic doom?
What dark, condemning yesterdays?
What opportunity unmissed;
Makes your smile so gay and glad?
My life is filled, my glass is full;
My fire licks round wells so deep;
But once again, before you go,
I must prepare to meet you Anew:
Old Neighbour! A parting word that's true;
For when we've been comrades, you and I --
I thank God for each day of you;
Old Neighbour gone! Know! I bless you!