It’s really hard to stay in touch
With those you rarely see
And though you like them very much,
There is no guarantee
Connections won’t be severed;
Often life gets in the way.
The efforts you’ve endeavored
Sometimes don’t hold any sway.
For distance adds a wrinkle
When it’s multiplied by time
And add to that a sprinkle
Of the mountains you must climb.
When you calculate the factors
It’s a miracle, for sure,
When the Book of Life’s redactors
Somehow manage to secure
Just a quick and breezy meeting
With a friendship from the past
And, although it may be fleeting,
Happy thoughts will likely last.
When you start with a foundation,
Even one from long ago,
It makes sense that its duration
Will survive the ebb and flow.
Categories:
redactors, friend,
Form: Rhyme