Just a Daisy in the Meadow

Sometimes a friend looks down the road and longs for ya to stop by . . .

Sometimes she waits . . . and waits . . .

But she  knows that this life isn’t perfect . . .

That we get caught up in the daily duties and that too many miles separate us . . .

She knows . . . cause she’d long to go visiting . . .

But the time isn’t right . . .

But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t think about it . . .

. . . and dream

And someday . . . in that fair land where time is no more

I’m hoping to walk with ya . . .

in meadows sweet . . .

with plenty of time and joy that that we know little of down here.

I can’t wait . . .

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