I was so happy last night. (This picture is the result of Richard telling me that the blog was “starving” for pictures.) Anyway, I thought of this poem my Grandma wrote and gave me to a long time ago.
Give Me a Friend
Give me a friend and I’ll wary along,
My vision may vanish, my dream may go wrong;
My wealth I may lose, or my money may spend,
But I’ll warry along, if you give me a friend.
Give me a friend, and my youth may depart.
But still I’ll be young in the house of my heart.
Yes, I’ll go laughing right on to the end.
Whatever the years, if you give me a friend.
I’m glad I’m not old yet, but I am also glad to have friends.