Heavenly Grass
By Tennessee WilliamsMy feet took a walk in heavenly grass.
All day while the sky shone clear as glass.
My feet took a walk in heavenly grass,
All night while the lonesome stars rolled past.
Then my feet come down to walk on earth,
And my mother cried when she give me birth.
Now my feet walk far and my feet walk fast,
But they still got an itch for heavenly grass.
But they still got an itch for heavenly grass.
All day while the sky shone clear as glass.
My feet took a walk in heavenly grass,
All night while the lonesome stars rolled past.
Then my feet come down to walk on earth,
And my mother cried when she give me birth.
Now my feet walk far and my feet walk fast,
But they still got an itch for heavenly grass.
But they still got an itch for heavenly grass.
I feel that a friend of your youth is indeed a special kind of friend. There can be no pretence, no airs or graces because they know you and you know them. The very heart of them.
When we were younger my friend had a nickname for me. Today, I found myself humming a song that echoed that nickname. It brought a tear to my eye.
I’ve lost friends before and it doesn’t get any easier. It does, however, make you appreciate the friends that remain.
An email arrived only minutes ago and it contained a line that read - ‘To realize the value of a friend:LOSE ONE’.
It is a poignant reminder to never take friends for granted. I said my goodbye a few months back but the loss will linger on for some time.
Goodbye my friend. I will always remember our unique friendship.
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