A life is full of passing glances,
chance meetings, and chance enhances.

Connections come and connections go,
all a part of life's ebb and flow.

Some connections freely give,
for they teach us how to live.

Some connections come with cost,
leaving memories of what we've lost.

But, in the fullness of time,
most connections are lost,
regardless of reason,
regardless of ryhme.

It is only when we come to the end of the road,
that connections we gather began to goad.

Us on to recover the connections we lost,
under the cover of busy and cost.

Alas, some cannot be regained,
they have passed on, unclaimed.

But pick up the telephone,
pick up the pen.
Get on the Internet,
and search once again.

There is nothing like reconnecting,
to your family or an old friend.

So, what are you waiting for?
Reconnect again.

Reconnecting with family and friends

Tried out some old phone numbers
the other day, found that old friends
were eager to talk and reconnect. 
And then, I got an unexpected email
from a former colleague I had tried
to reach to no avail.


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