Dear friends, how happy is this day of May
On which we once again become those four
Of old, who rambled through the woods of youth,
Companions in the journey that is life.
While changes there have been in measure full,
The spirit of rapport remains undimmed.
The conversation sparkles as before,
And old concerns reverberate anew
As novel topics jostle for their place.
And so the time that's passed since we were four
Seems but an interlude between two acts
Which presage others in a drama, that
Will tell the future as it told the past.
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