Perchance, some of the old warm ways?

Is it possible
You might have time
To hear me out
Considering mine?
I know your day
Is plenty wired.
Numbers ask
For you inquire.
Physician bright
With hands so trained
And hours surgery
Your body drained.
We once were friends.
I’ve moved to Town.
I guess your skills.
Your great renown.
But where’s that Guy
Who fished our stream?
Who shared rude jokes
And shared a dream.
To bike through Europe
Once finished school.
But Pre-Med came.
Our friendship cooled.