I know . . . perhaps I've ever
known . . . I am rich beyond
measure!
The first friend I made in US
when I returned from 20 years
in Mexico, came to visit from
afar last night.
We talked, reminisced, laughed,
cried . . . sooooo glad we were
well into our brewskis as neither
of us recall this early a.m. just
how much we shared last night!
She comes not often as she hales
from far, far away. But, when she
does, she brings treats, I put forth
the naughties and we eat Mexican
food until we're speaking Spanish.
One of the things I most value
about a special birth year, is the
celebration of friendship. Frankly,
arriving alive and well at 75, and
living all over Kingdom Come . . .
leaves many a memory to share.
So, last night we solved all the
world's problems and this morn,
we started all over again. Alas,
methinks those in the upper
eschelon of our world today, never
think to ask our opinion . . .
Oh well, 'tis their loss!!!
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