November 28, 2023
Perhaps it’s more than deep in thought,
More prone to pensive than I ought,
It seems that at this time of year
Old memories draw close and near.
My friends of old from days now past
Left images that linger, last.
I miss those friends, those days of old,
More precious now than stacks of gold.
The love that we can leave behind
To touch another heart and mind
Will linger long beyond our years,
Shared memories, both joy and tears.
I’m blessed by time I spend with friends.
Those memories will never end.