When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful 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 to 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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
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