The Last Drive
For more than forty years, we’ve made
The drive to visit friends,
A trip that takes an hour,
Maybe more or less, depends.
For coffee dates or barbecues
Or walks along the beach
Or beer and burger meals, it was
An easy place to reach.
We traveled those same highways
For the last time yesterday.
Our friends have sold their house
To move a thousand miles away.
Of course, we are invited
To their brand-new home, although
It’s another chapter ended
With not many more to go.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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