Old Friends
put down names and numbers
in my book
family, friends
and some
occasionally
when I go down the list
to phone them up
I pass over many
who have gone
only to remember them fondly--
say a prayer --
and slowly --
my heart moves on.
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2015
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