Once rubbing at shoulders, we were strangers in line,
each caught in a groove, as we wasted our time.
While rubbing at shoulders, neither one would look through
the polished veneer that we each held to view.
Once stripped of our frets and our worries aside,
we each caught a glimpse of the person inside.
While stripped of our frets, for that moment apart,
we each held in hand one another's dear heart.
The years have sped by, just as quick as a flash,
with each of us walking our own sep'rate path.
The years have sped by, and with tears I now pine
for the friendship we missed, by not taking the time.
©James Garner 14 Dec 2005