“How much is it worth?” he asked,
“This friendship that you hold?
Can you count its price in dollars?
In rubles, yen or gold?”
“Let’s face it! You’ve not even met!
You’re strangers. Yes, it’s true,
How can you say these friendships are
Worth anything to you?”
I thought of years of good or bad,
Of stories near and dear,
Those times of sore discouragements,
When close, are aches and tears.
Then others, where the laughter
Dashes out across the miles,
Alive with love, encouragement,
And bringing naught but smiles.
We’ve shared it all, my friends and me,
My girls I’ve ‘never met’.
Though there’s miles and miles between us,
We’re as close as we can get!
We’re as close as we can get!
So no, they’re not of blood or bone,
And
But my ‘distant’ connections are
My most precious now, to me!
To Delores, Jenny, River, EC, Karen and all you others who have
followed so faithfully over the years, a huge thank you.
I love you all!
We've been together eight years now. Here’s to many more, my friends . . .
Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we three besought,To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?
So Jenny and Delores, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Next week, it will be so sublime
We'll talk of how we spend Free Time!
