Now there's a thought that's worth a ponder
If one's friend is far away
It's true one's thoughts may tend to stray
To other, much more pressing, things
As each day some new challenge brings
Be it work commitment, bills to pay
Rooms to dust or plants to spray.
The diary fills; we've calls to make
There's always something on our plate
So it's often only late at night
That the heart strings are pulled tight.
But then a warming glow pervades
Bringing light to those dark shades
And happy feelings are engendered
As the loved one is remembered!
But let us think this concept through
Consider this phrase also true
Its brief wording is unkind:
Out of sight means out of mind!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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