Today I am told is Friendship Day.

I must be getting old.
I thought it was yesterday.
And day before.
The week before.
In fact I think it is tomorrow.
And the day after.
The week after.
A couple of months from now.
I am you see, of the old school.
Where every day is a day of remembering.
Friends. Friends. And more friends.

But that’s perhaps also because
I have been blessed.
My life has been enriched.
With friends who have lit up my life.
By igniting a smile on my face when I was down.
By coming through when all else seemed lost.
By hanging on to a value system that’s fast headedtowards extinction.
By sharing mad moments.
By suffering bad jokes (and yes, even bad poetry).

Or just being there for me.
When it counted the most.
Or even just being there with me.
When it didn’t matter at all.

As I enjoy each trigger that reminds me of my several friends.
Most of whom have many years ago, graduated into becoming more family than friends.

I wonder why there is a generation that can only dedicate a day to friendship.
When I have always felt that even a lifetime would not be enough.

But today, I am told is Friendship Day.

So I thought I’d just invite you to the bar that I call my heart.
Where there is a drink waiting for you.
Everyday, as long as I live.
And if technology permits, even beyond.

So cheers my friend. The drinks are on me.