Reunion

It is a joy to see again old friends,
To reminisce and smile once again
At such familiar faces that one spends
Effort to remember that was then
And this is now. It makes a lovely time
To laugh at jokes worn old enough to slide
Down to the belly laugh - and to but mime
And have whole stories understood implied.
Delight rides sparkling on such pleasant nights,
So that the bare excuse that caused the meeting
Is unimportant next to those delights
In reacquaintance and joyous regreeting.
But it is best when those reunions last
Until the present one becomes the past.