Thanks For the Memory…

…Of hotels filled with ghosts,

and dinners capped with toasts.
Of Spanish words,
and running birds,
and family from both coasts.

How lovely it was!

So thanks for the memory.
If I should live so long,
and someone writes a song,
I’ll stifle a few wisecracks
and politely hum along.

Thank you, so much!

(Reference for those younger than 75)

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