Thank You For 50 Years

Thank you for half a century

For the best of friendships ever…

Different schools, states, other friends,

We always met on sacred ground whenever.

We both found different partners,

Yet we brought our families together,

Sharing vacations at the beach,

And umbrellas in bad weather.

Now these decades later,

Our children have kids of their own.

Both our spouses are now deceased,

Leaving the two of us alone.

Well, still we have our memories,

Years of laughter, now some tears…

Lately I’m feeling lonely

Text or call me, I’m all ears.

Sometimes There is Glory

There’s nothing like a run-down shack

That can hold so many stories…

Secretly in rotten boards,

Are many tales of incredible glories.

I do not know the first owners,

But love the shade of their elm tree,

They planted it for their future,

Yet never envisioned me.

The pastures now are redesigned,

Different spaces for horse and sheep…

The constant chores both day and night,

Are the memories I’ll always keep.

That day I moved to the city;

My decision to sell the farm…

Left no jury who wouldn’t convict me,

For causing irreparable harm.

The quest for intellectual growth,

Has never been a mystery,

But sometimes one may realize,

They sacrificed their favorite history.

Living in Your Childhood Home

Some friends who live in their parent’s house,

Posted new photos on Facebook today. 

So many memories in their house,

Decades before the parents passed away.

Some friends remodeled everything,

The kitchens, rugs, repaints…

A few retained everything sacred,

As if their parents were saints.

Others threw up a for sale sign,

Selling the entire family estate;

Posing like they were successful,

Selling the guest house on the lake.

My best friends for years, did nothing.

Seldom speaking, they often cried.

They procrastinated any decisions,

While comprehending their parents died.