OUR RICHES FOR HAVING LIVED

A TIME TO TALK

When a friend calls to me from the road

and slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don't stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven't hoed.

And shout from where I am, "What is it?"

No, not as there is a time talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

~Robert Frost

And if we haven't learned during this Covid experience that it is the little things, the chat with a neighbor, a cup of tea at two, a wave across the street, a pause...a pause...a pause...to spend a moment

with a friend .

Memories are what life is filled with.

Memories are our riches for having lived.