Well my dear, I saw an old friend today
With her soft pink skin and her hair of gray
Her eyes so clear framed by those gentle curls
She must have been the prettiest of girls.
As we sat there together I could see
That she struggled hard to remember me
She was a stranger that I knew so well
There’s no point to the oldtime tales retell.
I’m sorry that my dear friend has moved on
But I’ll visit again ere we’re both gone !
TO ROSA, GOD BLESS !
Claire V. Bogdanos 