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To My Friends —
A simple poem thanking the elderly guides throughout my life, though so cheery, not all poems will be so melodic, so rhythmic, so loving. Let me know if hinterland is for me?
Time is finite,
so leave time for your friends.
Never regret, but never fail
to apologise, make ammends.
But most of all:
Visit your elder figures,
who knew you as you grew.
For, their time is finite too.
To Bruce, to Joan
this story is for you.
This is for Mator, for Brian,
the many friends of my Gran too.
When I was just a young face,
so fresh to this world.
You influenced and inspired,
and filled me with wonder.
All so much more, than you could ever know.
And from that, I know
that I have grown.
I wish to have seen some of you more,
and others, I know that I will.
For though finite is our time,
you all share an infinite memory in my mind.
And to those who have passed,
I hope you hear my messsge clear:
You made so many memories
to which all I hold dear.
Memories that to others,
would not even care.
But most of all,
I thank you all for being there.
To watch me grow,
to see me show
you what I am now
and everywhere I will go.
This all due to you.
So to that I say..
Thank you,
MacKenzie
