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A poem for everyone
Things are moving faster than before
Spending time with friends I’ve ignored
Families seem so distant
New relationships are resistant
Hardly a knock on the doorAs the pace settles down to a crawl
I gaze at those pictures of us on the wall
The memories flow
When our lives were in tow
That’s when I reach for the phone to callHearing a familiar voice brings a chill
From the summer heat so relentless and still
I settle in close
As we talk and we boast
It’s like a cool breeze on top of a hillToo much time has eluded us all
We agree and we promise to call
I remind you how we used to be close
Invite you to the house for tea and toast
“Let’s do it sometime in the Fall.”— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #251)