Old friend, tired friend, you bear your
branches well.
Ah! The weight of all you carry, could so
many stories tell.
Old friend, precious friend, each season spent
it seems,
We add one more momento, branches bending with
our dreams.
As each year passes and our lives are shaped by
all that's been,
We lay aside and pause in time, to gather once
again.
Remembering those who once we loved and
treasuring all that's dear,
For one brief moment in our lives; past
and present both, are near.
For all the joys that we have known and
heartaches, braved through tears,
We've guaranteed that time will not diminish,
through the years;
The memories of what once was so, in our hearts
will always be.
As we hang each memory, one by one, on our old
friend, our tree.
(This poem is dedicated in fond memory of my dad, Bill Coates, who went home to be with Jesus on October 29, 2005. Dad, you will be so missed this holiday season, but this year you will be celebrating Christmas in the presence of Jesus. Merry Christmas!)
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