Conversations With Old Friends
Each day I find life gets more upsetting
because too often I keep forgetting
the names of loved ones I should remember.
They shouldn't fade like a dying ember,
so I talk to them instead of fretting.
Sometimes I offer them a pot of tea
to show I'm grateful for their company.
"Would you like a scone?" I asked my friend, Kay.
"Yes, Mary. You've outdone yourself today."
Times passes quickly when she's here with me.
I know they're all gone, my used-to-be friends.
Doing all the talking has dividends...
I never have to say, 'good night" or "bye."
No tears as they're leaving to make me cry.
You see, our conversation never ends.
In the daylight, at the window I sit,
passing time with yarn and needles, I knit.
I pretend my old friends are with me here,
letting me bend their interested ear.
I'm not senile; but I have a keen wit.
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