Thoughts On a Friend
When Youth packed his bags
and headed south
I knew I’d not see him again
So long, we’d been together
For years, he was my friend
It’s not that we had fallen out
We’d not had words or fought
It’s not as though, our time, misused
Or lessened, all for nought
We said goodbye, a long affair
Eventually, we kissed
And I must say in honesty,
At times, he’s sorely missed
He’s made new friends, I’ve met a few
And sent Youth my regards
I tried to warn Youth’s fickle ways
And what lies in the cards
Alas, his new friends worry not
That’s how it’s got to be
And Youth will be a friend to them
The same, he was to me
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