Category: Friends

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We Aren’t Doing Right By Our Knell

My suit isn’t back from the cleaner’s yet;
You’re looking tired, and your hair’s not set;
We were up last night and the night before,
And next week’s calendar’s full–and more;
The streets are wet and the driving’s slippery;
And the Johnsons’ lunches are always kippery;
Mr. J’s jokes were once alive
Back around 1935;
The car’s garaged; and I’ve a suggestion–
The faintest trace–of indigestion;
And TV’s good tonight–stay home? Swell!
–Down, dear! The Johnsons are ringing our bell!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 17, 1951

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To Several Swell People

The sure sign of a friend, I claim,
Is not how much he gives;
Nor what he has, nor yet his name,
Nor even how he lives.

I’ll overlook his homely map,
And my aversions drown:
A friend, to me, is just the chap
Who “lifts” me when I’m down!

by Ray Romine Monday, June 4, 1945

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Reunion

Old friends, like old shoes, fit us best;
And so, when I’m inclined to rest,
I don old shoes while old friends smile,
And we relax old-fashioned style.

by Ray Romine Saturday, June 16, 1951

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Model

The friends that fill me with annoyance
Are those possessed of over-buoyance;
At times they fairly make me yearn
For those who’re almost taciturn.
There must be, somewhere in between ’em
Guys like myself, and I’ve not seen ’em.

by Ray Romine Sunday, June 18, 1950

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Little Verse For Mrs. K

We’re sorry, indeed, you’re indisposed:
We hope you’ll like what we’ve enclosed.
This little basket’s filled with cheer
Designed to help one we hold dear;
So please accept our gift of “rays”
Of sunshine for the get-well-days.

by Ray Romine Thursday, July 29, 1943