On New Friends In Old Age


When you lose those you have loved long
By geography
Or death,

Knowing new ones is hard.
Closeness comes slowly
And trust, and limited time.

Then you must "learn to be lonely,"
As the pop song singer sings,
More than you've ever known.

And of all your trillions of memories,
Pick and choose
The joy-bringers.

Tolerate those new pain-givers
Who, too, are learning
To accept their own.

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobalnet)

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In the meantime, click the links below for other poems and stories by the authors at Lara's Den.

The Journey

A Room Under The Eaves

The Red Galoshes

Out The Big Window

Grandma's Recipe: Rock Soup

Dakota Moon

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