On meeting Ziggy in Bewdley

A few weeks back I met Ziggy for the first time in about 39 years! He was my best friend when we were both teenagers and my daughter Grace has been much taken up with stories about Ziggy, Toad and Chunky. So a poem from my notebook:

On Meeting Ziggy in Bewdley

Talking
of times passed
A new version
of an old story
Forgotten memories
Weaving new ones
Of roads less travelled
Of future possibilities
Of current aches and pains
Body and soul
Stories laid to rest
And new ones forged
In shallow-deep conversation