When I am old I will live alone.
Friends will leave their families for a bit to visit me.
We will laugh and say,
"It's just like old times!"
I won't cry until the door closes;
until I am alone again-
just like old times.
My epitaph will read,
She Laughed Often,
and I suppose I am okay with that.
Created: Jan 21, 2011katherinekissm3 Document Media