Life is not often kind
But when is be grateful.
To see old memories
become new ones
And old flames rekindled
Before lost eyes.
When you see an old friend
That was dismissed in
youthful years now returned
with out-streached arms
Be blessed.
This is a gift not often seen.
For you my friend was lost
To me for the reason to find
Love all over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem