I’m sitting here on a Sunday morning surrounded by old friends and some just acquaintances

All in all, they have been part of my world, whether as whole tales or just footnotes in the tale of one’s own life.

As with old friends, some remain close

Others are thoughts and feelings of one’s past

And as time moves on, we have a chance for new friends

Some to stay and to share their stories

Many more will come and go, as our own time allow.

There are old friends, sitting on shelves collecting dust

Knowing that they won’t be pulled off the shelf

It is time to se you free

For the unopened, unread book

It just seems so sad

When someone else might be excited

To turn your pages

To view the world thru someone else’s words

So I may take another Sunday morning

I will sit here and open your pages

One more time

To share my thoughts of you

Before I say goodbye