Someday perhaps we will meet each other again,
We’ll sit by the fire and reminisce
Those lovely days of old while drinking hot cups of coffee.
We’ll laugh how it was then,
The innocence of youth,
How insecured we were.
Trying to find that elusive thing – happiness.
We’ve gone a long way now,
Counting the grays in our hair
But the essence of friendship remains.
Ah, it is beautiful🌻
A lovely poem, Arlene
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Glad you like it Derrick.
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Nicely done, Arlene. Nothing quite like meeting up with old and dear friends.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete🙂
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Beautiful, Arlene!
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Thank you 🙂
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