He’s Still Rick To Me

Rick has been my childhood friend since Holy Cross High.
I recall he was always hanging around
Our old house on 38 street.
He would even call my parents Mom and Dad, pretty sweet;
So, needless to say, we’ve been close most of our lives complete.

Rick and I have many hunting stories to tell;
Looking back & thinking about how we even survived,
Some are quite unbelievable,
Like UFO sightings, and a crazy wildfire
At the ranch we lived through.

Now, since I’ve known Rick for most of my long life,
Thinking it started in our senior year, but I don’t know or recall
When people started calling him “Wally”,
Needless to say, I never did; and even to this day,
I say he’s still Rick to me.

I thank God for my many life-long friends,
Rick has been one of them,
Who has been there since my early days in life,
And like a true friend, I contend
That he will be someone I can call that, until the very end.

Thank you, Brother.

Bob Collazo
08/13/24

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2 comments

  1. Beautiful poem to your friend Rick Bobby,
    I hope someday someone will write a poem like that to me

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