Old Friends Are Young Friends

Waved down an auto
negotiated the fare;
Tuk-tuk it sped
With us in its rear.

Skipping over potholes
rocking us snug;
Delusional in its abilities
it raced speeding bugs.

Hopping across lanes and
scampering against one ways;
We toured the little city
forgetting our morose weekdays.

Years had passed;
Changes were many
Some of us even
had some pennies.

We three sat talking;
Three we sat mum.
Moronic trio in a blast of
our selves from the past!

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