To a Lost But Found Friend

When would you come to see me, My good friend? When would you come, My friend? This isn’t only a question, But rather my suggestion: I longed for a meeting, But there never was first a greeting; I spoke a word, But I was never heard; I wrote a letter, But matters didn’t get better: Here are my flowers for reconciliation, My message of consolation; A reminder of the seasons of togetherness, A balm to soothe the menace of the wilderness: You’ve been a friend without fail, A wonderful companion along the trail; Down through the past years, Through doubts and fears; Through the heat of the day, And the cold of the fray; Through stormy winds, And watery clouds; Through the days of throbbing pain, And the weeks of sobbing and rain: At last, I needn’t let the matter rest, For you must pass this simple test; When would you come to see me, My good friend? When would you come , My friend ?