OldFriends

There are some 
but not many 
of which I 
comfortably slide into 
like an old
pair of shoes 
that just fit 
having walked miles 
along with me 
or a sweater 
that’s kept chill
away at bay
at arms length 
tattered and frayed 
maybe too big 
a wooly friend 
which to wallow 
these friends that
might not talk 
often do recall 
life’s greatest adventures