My Last Poem … circa 1991

During a memorable dinner with a friend today, we talked about many things. I remembered a poem that I composed when I was almost half as old:

May the summer sun always shine blissfully on your cherubic face.

May the dew-laden roses envy the smile ornating your serenity.

May every spring flower long to be tenderly caressed by you.

May success and prosperity greet you with open arms.

May Lady Luck never let troubles or misfortunes touch you.

May God shower His choicest of blessings upon you.

— One who longs to be your friend.
19 Mar 2008
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