Trigger A Thought
Trigger a thought
A memory or two
Before you got old
Before you ever knew
What would you await
As you journeyed ahead
Hardly even thought
About making the bed
If friends went away
You made new ones instead
But as time gathers on
And you listen to OLD songs
It’s not very often
Good friends come along
So hold them to close
And be sure you let them know
They you think they’re the one
Than makes the wind blow.
This poem was written/submitted by Bay Lovins.