Here’s to our friends of yesterday
Our buddies through the years.
We shared many a laugh by the campfire
We remember them with tears.
That special smile
The fish he caught
Seeing the burros go away at a trot.
Those familiar voices on the radio
Ah, we miss those times so much, you know.
We rember them all
In many ways
The special recipe from Potluck Days.
The familiar stride as he
Came down the road.
That rattletrap car
That had to be towed.
As we read of our friends who have left us now
We remember them with pride.
But oh, we long for those fun-filled days
With our good friends by our side.
Karen (Paintbrush) Martin