Food For Thought Poem by Lone Dog
Food For Thought
Walking by the bank of the Yukon River
Near Dawson City,
I met an interesting, elderly lady
Who exhibited an uncanny wiseness,
Molded, no doubt,
By the experience of years.
My memory of her is indelible
Due to one specific question
That she posed to me.
She asked:
"Is there really such a thing as a friend? "
Thursday, December 20, 2012
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