Will Barber (1948 / TX)
We have a window, shared, upon the world,
And lift a hand to measure out the miles.
When grey clouds come, Autumn Friends smile:
Our hands clasp, if only by shared words.
A brief time upon the Earth is all we have;
Friendship, and Love, encompass our short lives
In golden chords and silver similes:
Such rare friendship answers more than prayers.
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