Old Friends


When seconds click off silently,
We rarely mark the time.
And hours slip by quietly -
A theft without a crime.

Then suddenly the years add up
Before we catch our breath,
And we can feel the heaviness
And count ourselves bereft.

The laughs we shared so long ago
Are ringing out like bells,
Reverberating constantly
Where gratitude still dwells.

We hope to hear the friendly tunes
Stay fresh within our souls
To have our happy thoughts remain
As young as we are old.



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For Better or Verse — Poetry Month 2022 et al.

Philip J. Repko, Ian C. Repko, and Philip E. Repko have been fiddling with words for more than a few years. Here we shall periodically contribute.