Tribute to a Sad Friend.

I don't suppose you could shake this bloody stick
I'm at the wrong end.
When the logjam traffic finally lifts
I'll visit you again.
Your gran always had that spark in her eyes
Dreaming of the past
With her glasses half empty. I'll bet that she died
Before you even asked.
Anything you want, everything you own
She'd been there before
But if her smile was anything to go on
They'll be closing the lid
While you're still reaching for the door
But don't fear the end,
When the grass has grown once more
I'll visit you again.