To the readers of my column,
I have long, long, been in arrears,
In thanking every one of you
For years, and years, and years.
For most, I’d have no recognition,
If you popped up in my porridge.
But names don’t really matter much,
Whether Suzie, Sam, Sally, or George.
To me, it makes no never mind,
If you’re tall, short, plump or thin.
I judge ’em all as I see ‘em,
By the smile that turns to a grin.
Now I have met many a stranger,
With a smile reaching cheek to cheek.
They usually walk briskly up to me,
Saying,“ I read your column every week.”
“I see your signature leather visor.
Introduction’s not needed for me.
I know you from your picture,
And your trim little white goatee.”
I think of these comments often,
There is so many which are usually made.
On the street, or while I’m shopping,
Or by my hammock, while I lie in the shade.
Now I appreciate all of these comments.
Some are mild; some too, are meek.
But it takes little less than a friendly smile,
To keep me writing, for yet another week.
I’ve been writing for quite a while, it’s true,
I’m now gestating my 25th year.
And I shan’t be stopping tomorrow. No!
It’s in my blood, I’m addicted I fear.
My Little Lady, as you know, is not with me.
God saw fit, that we should part.
But in reality she’s still beside me,
Snuggled deep down within my heart.
Now another long year is ending,
And a new one is on its way.
But before it disappears altogether.
There is something that I really must say.
’Cause I know that my Little Lady,
Would wish, as I, if she were here.
That you all have a Merry Christmas,
And a happy, fun-filled, New Year.
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Take care, ‘cause we care.
barrie@barriehopkins.ca 519-843-4544