friendship

aging only spurs more questions and more reflections

this morning i asked myself, what does friendship mean?

for a long time, i was not a good friend.

i did not stay in touch. i did not make plans.

i spent more time with myself than sharing with others.

i used to believe that it was not worth wasting hours on other people.

and thought that others would not want to waste hours on me.

i grew up, only recently, if you ask

i opened my eyes and most of all, my heart

it made all difference as i want to share now

and i want to share and enjoy hours with my friends

as they would do the same for me

someone wise once said that to have friends is to be one.

aging also brings wisdom and honesty

this morning, i reminded myself to be a good friend.