For Barbara

A good friend of mine passed away as they say. Actually
It was death that took my friend, which ain'��t a crime as far
as far as I know, but it felt like one to me.

I'��ll remember my friend in their "�� Heyday, "�� which means
most of their life, and I think i'��ll keep it that way. That smiling
face, that infectious joy.

Someone said, "�� You must be sad when you think of your
friend. "��
I said, "�� No, I can'��t remember anything sad about Barbara'��s
life, except her going away. "��