Walking with my dog,
Thoughts racing thru my mind,
How lucky to have friends,
Friends who are my children.
Not sure what others think,
Who may have even more friends.
But my friends are really my family,
I love my wife, children, and spouses.
Maybe I’m deprived,
Such a small set of friends.
But no group is like my friends,
Who never leave me wanting,
Filling me with ideas and laughter.
And to think that my friends
Extended themselves with more,
Grandchildren that light up our lives,
Making us more than we are.
Whatever the future brings,
Nothing robs the present,
Moments bringing tears of joy,
Grateful for my children.