GOLDEN YEARS

A whimsy, and a tribute.

A tribute in our golden years,

As I recollect, no poignant tears,

I glimpsed him in my peripheral vision,

By now, we're both older editions,

A friend of a friend of a friend,

Floating away like golden pollen,

I trust my thoughts to him do wend,

That was once a quote,  I sigh,

"I did but see him passing by,"

Crying and weeping is not for me,

Glancing at such distant memories,

Yes, a friend of a friend of a friend,

Floated away like stardust pollen,

I reminisce, such a dear,

A tribute in our golden years.

Author's Note

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