So green like an olive—
So serene like a pasture—
The friends that we believe
To an endless unforgettable juncture.

We laugh, whine, and smile—
While we sip tea and coffee.
We’re blooming, no hard feels and bile—
All were exhilarating like a stretchy toffee.

So green like the leaves in the yard—
We used to trim them beside the lake.
Like the limitations that we put on cards—
Must be pruned to swerve the mistakes.

Friends are green like olives—
With no rust and dust.
Cherish the moments and relieve
The sadness that we have in the past.

© Joel Gigante