To Our Lost Friends

Today the Sun refused to rise to shed its light of day The moon would not linger long So, thus it went away Each star up in the heavens Took their turn to say "Goodbye" and left us in the darkness all alone, to let us cry Every single poet is a gift that we hold dear we might not like, all they write but we're glad that they are here And when one goes away they take the light they hold inside It's like the Sun refused to rise When I heard the words "Good Bye"