you can always make fun of them,
even if you last met thirty years ago.
They may be have got a Padma Vibhushan
for distinguished service in medicine,
with FRCS, FACS after their name,
but to you they are still Snotnose,
Kombda, Gotya and Monkeybrain.
You never forget their birthdays
and their children's names
though you forget your wife's
or your own children's.
You may not attend your cousin's wedding,
but something will make you travel
halfway around the planet,
to attend that of your school friend.
At school reunions you instinctively
head for the same spot in the
school canteen, crack the same jokes,
though the others stare at you.
They'll send you the same cliched
birthday cards (rarely gifts)
but you'll treasure them above all else.
And when you have been forgotten
by your colleagues after retirement,
and your children after they move out,
it is your school friends who will come
to be your pall-bearers.