It’s a shame to lose
a friend like a piece of chalk,
worn by grinding time
and non-cherishing winds;
if we are all dust,
some are lighter than others
and are not meant to stay.
It’s a shame to lose
a friend like a piece of chalk,
worn by grinding time
and non-cherishing winds;
if we are all dust,
some are lighter than others
and are not meant to stay.