We began the path on a sunny day, with scores walking by along,
The weather was full of mirth and gay, people breaking out in song,
Where my friend, have those scores gone now? All have but disappeared,
Aye my friend but for a few like you, all were gone the moment difficulty first appeared.
There were dozens still when clouds first covered the sky, shielding the sun from us above,
Some said, wow, what a wonderful sight, some ran from the storm as I knew they would,
Where my friend have they vanished now, the moment fun and games came to a stop,
Aye my friend but for a few like you, who always stood by my side like a rock.
There were many still when the rain came down, a gusting wind and huge wet drops,
An immense storm, like never before, scared most of those left, off,
But friendship my friend is a test of time, and but for it I would never have known,
For in those moments of adversity in that great storm, the seeds of great friendship were sown.
But we were just us left, when the storm finally dropped off, into a beautiful evening sky,
With a reddish hue, just like that of gold, and a wind on which you could fly,
It is apt indeed after the paths traversed that we come to this beautiful end,
For people will come and people will go, but we shall always remain great friends.
1 comment:
Very well written, Bonny. Keep it up!!!
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