As winter wraps us in its throes
My thoughts go
out to all of those
Who, for one
reason or another,
Have lost a
friend, a dad, a lover…
As we age, we
say goodbye
To those on
whom we could rely
Who worked with
us, or shared our lives,
Now just their
memory survives…
Alzheimer’s, or
the dreaded ‘C’,
Reminders of
mortality
But often –
sadly - unexpected
Perhaps a
friendship, long neglected …
A random glance
at Internet …
Pulls us up
short, we feel regret
We’re paralyzed, laid low with shock;
But no, we can’t
turn back the clock …
Our old address
book shows its age
With
crossings-out on every page;
Nemesis new
darts has loosed:
Unopened cards
come home to roost …
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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