So,come go with me my friend. Or let me follow you.

This one`s for BeBe---the first friend I made here in this "social group". All of you are so kind and generous regarding my attempts at poetry---I thank you from the very heartfelt depths of me.I`ll keep submitting this stuff I`ve written and kept secret over the years as long as you,or anyone, cares to read it. ---Rick Come go with me my friend. I can`t take you to Paris or Londontown,or even our city limit signs. But if I hock my watch I could serve us wine and fancy cheese and take you on trips around the room. And,if it has any value at all I could even serve you...me. So come go with me my friend. Together we can search for passions either lost or never found before such things turned obsolete. Come go with me and we`ll explore each other and ourselves, and maybe even touch those stars we only wished upon before. So...yes...come go with me. Or let me go with you. I only ask that we stay friends in time,in rhyme, in all things lovely we could ever hope to be. So,come go with me my friend. Or let me follow you. It only matters we are here sharing ourselves within each other as we do. And that we always remain friends even if-and-when we ever fall in love... ---your friend,RICK JAMES