And often wonder how they are
We plan to chat to them today
But somehow life gets in the way...
There are chores that simply must be done
Business takes up time – then some!
We're tired or hungry, need a rest
Or other problems manifest...
In short, time flies at such a rate
With so much piled upon our plate
That a brief note on the Net
Is often as far as we get.
So when we hear something's amiss
It's like a sharp tap on the wrist
We grab that phone and get in touch
Because our friendship means so much.
But why do we not give a bell
And ask for news when all is well?
Our lives a series of high noons
We only jump when crisis looms!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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