My Friends

MY FRIENDS* I keep thinking of my friends as one by one they die so I really have to think of them as just passing by. Perhaps at some other place we'll meet once again. But it's not up to me say just where or when. I hope that I will meet my friends so we can just talk about the good times before they met their ends And the times that we lived as we helped one another to live a good life as we would like a brother. We offered each help were we to see a need for friends were always there and we didn't have to plead But as time passes on and my friends go on by, I look for them all down low and on high. But they are all gone as one by one they die. So I now stand alone to wonder just when, or if ever again, I will get to see the ones I called a friend. * As Secretary-Treasurer of my High School Class Reunion Committee (January/June 1949 class) I keep the data base and record deaths, etc. As I update the data I am saddened by the many deaths of my friends as our age marches on. Also, I am the last man standing out of the eight that formed my band in my youth. Those things prompted the poem.