Real friends like crumbs from the table

You gather you real friends like crumbs from the table one by one during your whole life, you gathered those crumbs and you keep them inside your palm, you try very hard not to drop one crumb down, those who are important, the most important crumbs of all. Others just get wiped away or wind blows them off… But yours, can’t be blown by the wind or washed away, yours are yours, you keep them inside your palm.

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2 Responses to Real friends like crumbs from the table

  1. leander42 says:

    I love that closing line…it’s almost haunting in its significance:
    “But yours, can’t be blown by the wind or washed away, yours are yours, you keep them inside your palm”

  2. Berdseyeview says:

    Thank you, and I love the line “haunting in its significance”, wow ))

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