The welcome mat wore out
After many years of use.
Many good friends are gone,
But left an imprint for life.
I keep it stored away
And now an then I take it out.
It reminds me of good times
And all the friends I had.
But now the days are shorter;
Lifes ebb and flow not the same.
I guess we all face that moment,
When our spirit must depart.
in your Poetry *George*
Lady Vivian
budd
Love ya,
Jane