December 28, 2022
I’m always surprised I keep writing each day,
Mostly surprised I have something to say.
I’m not really shy, just not gifted with gab.
I’m more prone to listen, less likely to blab.
I guess I find writing more easily shared.
I can tinker with words forming lines that will pair.
I’m less likely to write what I’ll later regret
With a chance to review, and revise ‘til they’re set.
With old friends there’s no need for a backspace, erase.
There’s nothing like friendship, a hug or embrace,
Swapping stories, remembering times from the past,
How even today we see shadows they cast.
Though not often together old friendships endure.
Hold onto the mem’ries and keep them secure.