Old Friendship Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Old Friendship rusts not
12 years why this number and not 13 years
I don`t know perhaps I believe in good and less
God digits numerals but nevertheless
I shall not see another twelve years, and that is ok
I have lost friends in that time and some I have
Neglected mainly because I found them tedious
They had nor grown and continued to tell
Racist jokes and held the view of the white man
And his culture. I remember Tom, the kindest of men
he was a struggling actor who never got a break
but he never stopped dreaming.
I do not often think of death, Tom and I we had
Much in common, but I have been given time to write
My will do there will be no arguments.
I`m also a poet never got my fifteen minutes, yet
Work will circle forever on the internet unread but
Not erased. We were dreamers Tom and me.