When a man goes on a date with four women

one being his wife-who sits by his side

he realizes almost immediately…

he’s in for a wonderful ride.


When a man goes on a date with four women

he is thrilled, he is quiet…he’s reserved

and he realizes almost immediately

how much wonder there is to observe.


And how much time he has to observe it

(I imagine this is true in the north, in the east, west and south)

because when a man goes on a date with four women

he never gets a chance to open his mouth!


So he smiles to himself because he knows

when this day is done…and in his memory long after

he’ll remember their stories, the look on their faces

he’ll remember their smiles and laughter.


He’ll remember how the moments seemed to flow easily

one into the next…

how they blend.

He’ll remember what it’s like to be sitting

in the midst of a circle of friends…


He imagines it’s like sitting in a garden

and he loses track of the minutes and hours

refreshed by the breeze that is born of good friends

surrounded by the beauty of flowers.


Yes, when a man goes on a date with four women

and one of them happens to be his wife

along the way he realizes not only is this a wonderful ride


but it’s part of a wonderful life.

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After listening to his final lesson 

the wise one was approached by a young woman and young man…

“We have a question.” they asked softly. 

He nodded, 

“I will answer it if I can.”


“We’ve listened to all your teachings.” They said

“We’ve taken them to heart.

You’ve taught us about beauty 

about friendship, love and art.” 


“You’ve taught us about acceptance and compassion

about how to have an open mind.

You’ve taught us about peace, 

about wisdom.

You’ve taught us to be kind.”


“We’ve listened and we’ve learned.” they said

“We’ve held on to your every breath.

Yet of all the subjects you have taught…

Yet you never speak of death?”


Their teacher looked at them and smiled, 

touched their shoulders 

then began to speak…

“Death eventually finds us.” he said…

“All the others…


we must seek.”



They grew up close together…sharing laughter…sharing frowns

playing in their backyards…hanging upside-down.


The world was oh so different then, as they hung so effortlessly

It was a simpler, uncomplicated time…more innocent and free.


A time when all that children needed to do was laugh and sing and play

when hanging upside down…unimpeded…they would sway.


For they were making memories…no future memory would surpass

As they hung there…upside down…or ran barefoot in the grass.


And as they look back at this picture now…it’s those memories they see

awakening from a place where they shall always be…


And when thy close their eyes to remember…that certain time…that certain year

sometimes it brings a smile…sometimes it brings a tear


Because they realize how lucky they are 

to have shared a life time of laughter

and of frowns…

from a friendship that began so man-years ago

while hanging upside down.

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When I think of friendship…I rather like the notion

that we are captains of our own ships that sail across the ocean


As we grow our ship grows with us at a slow and steady rate

growing longer, wider, stronger the more friends we accumulate.


As we sail across life’s ocean…we find from day to day

new friends board at different ports…while old ones disembark along the way.


Some return to visit to share a memory…a laugh, a cry 

because there’s always room aboard our ship for those who’ve said goodbye.


For once we’ve made a friend…it doesn’t matter how or where or when

the friendship reignites when our sails cross again.


And some friends, if we’re lucky sail with us forever…

through oceans vast and wide…

and we’re filled with a sense of happiness knowing they are by our side…


Knowing we can count on them no matter what waves the ocean brings…

as each year cycles from the Summer, to the Fall, Winter and Spring.


Knowing no matter where the journey takes us…through weather foul or fair

all we need do is turn around and they’ll be standing there.


And knowing as we sail together…sharing our hopes and dream…our cares

that as our friends help sail our ship…we help sail theirs 


ready to lend and ear a hand…a hug…or with a kind word to say

together on each other’s friend-ship…until our dying day.


Yes, when I think of friendship…I rather like the notion

That though we are the captains it is our friends 


who guide ‘cross the ocean.

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He knew his friend was hurting.

He could see it in his eyes…

for sadness and confusion is difficult to disguise.


He didn’t know what to do to ease his grief.

He didn’t know what to say…

Some pain, he knows, must be endured…

some pain will never go away.


What can you say to someone you love…

when someone they love has died?

So he said nothing…

not one word…

he just sat there by his side.


All he had to offer was his friendship,

knowing this journey would be rough

but by the hint of a smile in his friend’s eyes…


he knew his friendship was enough.

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In the nearly 200 countries in this world spread out across the 7 seas

how lucky are we to discover friends with whom to share our histories.


Two old friends decided to get together…they hadn’t sees each other in years

Will he remember me? one wondered…Will he recognize me? the other feared.


They’d both grown a little older…but doubts…they immediately overcame

because their eyes had that same sparkle…their smiles were the same.


They sat down and reminisced about the last time their paths crossed

Immediately forgetting all the time between them they had lost.


They talked about their childhoods, their children, their ailments…and more

remembering and laughing at good times they shared before….


And when they were finished…they walked away contented…each one giving thanks

for this time they had together…to fill in all the blanks…


To get caught up on each other’s lives…to renew their laughter…their friendship…

and then

parting with the knowledge…their paths shall cross again.


And glad to know in nearly 200 countries….across the 7 seas

they were lucky enough to find someone with whom to share their memories.




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It’s funny what we remember about people…

the little things that stick inside our head…

today I am remembering

something she always said. 


You knew there was something special about her

from the moment she would meet you…

There was this wonderful kind of elegance

in the way that she would greet you


And every time thereafter

she would greet you the same way…

She’d make you feel unique…exceptional

when ‘Hello, my darling’…she would say


‘Hello, my darling’ 

it was a simple message…

genuine and clear 

‘Hello, my darling’ 

three little words 

that became music to our ears.


Because when she said ‘Hello, my darling’

we knew she meant every word she said

which is why ‘Hello, my darling’

still echoes inside our heads…


She’s not hear to greet us anymore

to help us start our day

but one of the gifts of memory

is how we hear ‘Hello, my darling’ anyway…


‘Hello, my darling’ will always bring a smile to our faces

and tears into our eyes…

What we wouldn’t give for one more ‘Hello, my darling’


now that she’s said her last goodbye.

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How is it some friends can make us feel happy

make us feel whole

reach down into our hearts


and find their way into our souls?

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They meet there every morning…every day of every year.

At the end of the pier they gather…with all their fishing gear.


Sometimes they greet each other by first names

Sometimes they smile instead….

Sometimes it’s a simple gesture…

a wave or a nod of the head.


As they bait their hooks and cast their lines

they chatter endlessly

about their lives, their families and sometimes fishing…

these old fishermen by the sea.


If you ask them, will they ever miss a day of fishing

they quickly say… “We won’t.”

And they are happy if they catch a fish

but just as happy if they don’t.


For though it was fishing that brought them together 

now, it seems to me,

it’s about so much more than fishing


for these old fishermen by the sea.