Companions In Life Poem by Paul Reed

I KNOW not of what we pondr'd

Or made pretty pretence to talk

As, her hand within mine, we wander'd

Tow'rd the pool by the limetree walk,

While the dew fell in showers from the passion flowers

And the blush-rose bent on her stalk.



[From ‘Companions' by Charles S. Calverley]



To be there, even when you're not there

To be alongside

Even when the street is empty,

To stand firm depsite the tide,

To do or die without blinking,

We are companions in life;



To be easy in each other's company

No strain or stress or impressing,

No need to prove ourselves or be better

Or waste time re-assessing,

To do all this without thinking,

That makes us companions in life;



To have the knowledge, the safety

Of something eternal, not throw-away

Something resolute and determined

Something that will be there every day

Until the sun in it's final sinking

We are companions in life.