When They are Down There and I am up Here

by jimowensjr

when they are down there and I’m up here, sitting in the unfamiliar cool of an Alabama summer’s night, listening to the music of their laughter rising, and they see me, watching and smiling as I am, they are probably thinking, strange man, he’s out of place; but it’s really very simple, you see, I’m wondering if they know, if they are truly awake to how precious this moment is, and that life is short and friends are precious; I hope they know, that they really know, deep down in their bellies, if even for a moment, that the absence of care, and the the company of friends, is a precious jewel, an emerald shining in the sun, a shimmering sapphire,  a diamond forged under the pressure of life and achievement and gain and loss, when they are down there and I am up here in the unfamiliar cool of an Alabama summer’s night, listening to the music of their laughter.

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