Tuesday, January 18

To My Bosom Buddy


When you go away, my friend,
When you say your last good-by,



Then the summer time will end,
And the winter will be nigh.



Though the green grass decks the heather
And the birds sing all the day,
There will be no summer weather
After you have gone away.

E.W.Wilcox

2 comments:

Grammie Kim said...

Who would've thought that friendship could be so precious? I miss you....

Mrs. Mobunny said...

I miss you too.