I seldom have a loss for words

Being a glib Irishman over the years.

But for good friends words come easily

In thanking them for their friendship .

Good friends are a delight to have

When you have grown old and can't get out.

Seems that is my lot in life with my trusty cain

As I hobble around not walking very far..

Blessed am I to still put a few words of thanks

To some marvelous people who have stayed by me

Over the past years, as I tried to write some poetry

About what I have experienced in life as it came to me.

Even my trusty dog Toby senses my plight

And stays near me as I sit on my chair

And watch old time movies of when I was young.

 Good luck and much happiness to both of you.

Sincerely

George J Carroll