I didn't send cards this year
Or last year
Or the year before
I used to send them faithfully
To everyone I knew and cared about
It seemed important
To remember them all each year
This year, I remember them all
And I miss them
Whose cards were returned in other years
Telling me they had moved
Not to a new address on this planet
But to the mystery
That lies beyond human life
This is the dilemma
That comes with living long
But the good part is
There are new friends
To appreciate and love
New ideas
To make life interesting
And music
To lift the soul
