Come, let me lean on you old friend,
my being aches for the cool beneath.
I dare not delay here with ankle bared,
unseemly they say, to be seen this way.
We know. You, I have grown together
seen each other in seasoned undress.
We seek. Forge our own path to survive
to grow, to flourish, to breathe, to be.
I plant my shallowed feet between yours
feel the deep rooted strength you draw.
Come, lean in, whisper to me old friend,
all that makes us different yet the same.
Simon Daley is a recently retired police officer who aspires to write poetry that people are glad they read. He is studying creative writing with Open University. He may never be published but can live with that. He lives in Scotland between houses and a campervan and misses his daughter terribly.