Handful of Dust 

The world is a rather lonely place

Sit looking for some good news

When your name came up

I became fairly amused

Times were distant

Times were passed

Time had moved on from you

Still there was this feeling

That distance had not abused

A handful of dust

Floating on the wind

Heading over there

Coming back again

There were times when

That was all I knew

An handful of dust

Between me and you

Simple thoughts follow simple times

Looking for reason to explain

It was a hard learned fact

That we are all not the same

And in the end I think I knew

I always wonder if I did

My life was so confused

It was by grace of god that I lived

Ideas took us beyond our world

Ideas grand and sure

And brought us to a separate place

Where life is what we endure

There were many happy times

A world where I was alive

Then we both did grow up

It all felt contrived

We walked down separate paths 

Sure in all we did

In the end all that was left

Is a world in which we lived

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by Bill Ferguson

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