A Good-bye Poem by Marge Baker I sat down at my kitchen table To write a poem, if I were able, When I was young, and that’s a while back, I could write a poem in nothing flat. But time, they tell me, takes its toll, What can I say - I’m getting old. Woodbrook has been my winter home for 36 years, Every thought of leaving brings the tears, I’ve made many friends all tried and true, I must say, I’ll miss all of you. I can’t begin to name any names, If I missed someone, it would be a shame; Just know, I’ve loved my life here, And I’ll miss you all, never fear. But I’m old enough now - time to settle down, The very thought makes me frown, I must say farewell,
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